The herons have returned this year sporting earbuds that sample biosolids awaiting commercial recovery.
The recovered biosolids can be coaxed by plasmids into laser-guided angel-thread catheters, dumbfounding actuaries who continue their practice long after congealment.
Sharp-angled plows wielding wireless inquiries converge on small world graphs to boost manioc prices.
This is the best it will ever be.
Stimuli untangled from van der Waals forces can be sintered into structural tessellations to address heretofore non-billable ICD codings.
Smiling courtiers have displaced themselves thousands of kilometers to proxy sparsely regulated services, tweaking settings for content delivery systems, preparing Samoyeds for perambulations, taking Samoyeds on perambulations, choreographing mortar artifacts and crowd control, cracking encrypted briefcases.
The Samoyeds are preferentially trained and fed organic CBD-infused gluten-free dog treats to mobilize for the defense of post grant reviews.
Spiritually undisclosed comedians apply target feature extraction to surreptitiously recorded interrogations into the volatility of markets for unexploded munitions.
Fortified Slavic adventurers patrol causeways seeking veins of rare earths that can bulwark parliamentary maneuvers against eighteen-ton truck bombs.
Rare earth speculators with Baccarat graduate degrees are openly trading radio acquisitions while the audience screams at the comedians.
Instant verdicts hoisted on crowd-aggregated sarcasms carry stardom and degradation to emergently self-organized amphitheaters.
Prematurely discharged elders refute the multidimensionality of kindness while drawing pensions from key perturbance indicators.
Meanwhile, statisticians in latex gloves perform rent-seeking arbitraged layups to reclaim real estate from the prematurely discharged elders.
The Slavic adventurers hold an equitable servitude over the refugees of real estate that adheres to old-money flight control paths.
When you rang me I unwrapped and outgrew myself.
Gradient descents with low-entropy costs save people from vehicular accidents based on age, gait, and hair style.
Qianhai manufacturers have prototyped innovative tin cans to house migrants, whose ghettos, no matter how meticulously policed, broadcast dance steps to Neapolitan piazzas.
Each morning, dew forms translucent glass particles on isotropic nylon powder petals before the entrepreneurs have bicycled through contemporary excavations to clink glasses over their vanity metrics.
Someone also made the Earth turn more slowly, so we can enjoy the holographic illusions of severed souls bathing with drypoint intensity.
Right on our own planet, fire-guzzling entrepreneurs dance the Azonto along dopamine Autobahns, breathing ozone exhaust at muscular receptive sites.
Proper breath techniques can drain isolation to counterintuitively lift depression and other non-linear adaptions.
They pumped positive conditioning to the max in places where people don’t have to sleep.
Did you know you can’t mourn anymore? At least it’s uncool to talk of shattering at the height of an investiture.
Half-choked sirens wring best-selling ballades from the stigmata of generations for draw their devotees from overflow high schools.
The high schools are filled by coffeehouse chatter arbitrators who inarticulately ply Roulette wheels in attempts to prove the first welfare theorem.
Tale-mongers hold their breath for infinite sequences that continously update closed-loop predictors with text-based exegesis.
UAVs waving predictors corkscrew like gigantic Cretaceous avians in and out of Neapolitan piazzas.
Appellate courts genetically modify broadcast stations to spiral out giddy incentives at early music A pitch for unduly beloved entrepreneurs.
Garrulous brutalist campuses promulgate toy capsules delivering calibrated doses of inadequately validated text-based exegesis.
Meritorious alpaca herders rejuvenate in twenty-four-hour Pilates facilities with billable ICD codings.
Highly corrosive facilitators mediate ecstatic visions during roundtable interrogations.
Splintered religious establishments perpetrate Jezebelian incentives for the maintenance of diversionary patter.
Fleeting eyeblinks will transport insightful counterfactuals through frozen light to endpoints unrevealed before the final reel is lost.
I will be sad to see these wild conceptions rotored into a pit.
But I know you, at least.
If your archive hasn’t indexed all these developments, I’ll spirit you away.
With affection we can hold on a little longer.
Andy Oram
November 2, 2024