freewrite frees

Fidelity files a fathom of bubbly flies out the hole. Purple swarms and trees stop along the dried window of loss. Music swallows a mountain of poverty and inked pieces of tile. Small better phones grab mice in bug-covered armchairs. My hone of nothing finds a significant brown darling. Heart of fire and love of grey yields deep ditches. She covers her pale umbrella with a baggy of dung. Flung in fields of flounders, she calls to the bumble bee in despair. A flash of stop it dammit falls across the sky and acid tickles the roof of her mouth. Understand ground, one foot, arms of voices and chained cream. Black straws break the moon of orange juice and glass petals. Caracas maracas dress clowns in crunchy crime and hangers of piggy banks. Piercings of pink and drums of lace pound pints and flights of ground fingers and melancholic infants. Options of honey and money line the coffins of suits and swimming pools. My mind falls to a puddle of coffee and banjo crimson waves. Indigestion of bucks and home sweep the screen of empty men. A pantry of panties. A painting of pansies. A paisley print of plaid. Mint and mojito. Her arm is fat like mine. French new wave rolled off his tongue. Rushed, decadent indecent exposure flooded the veil of criticism. Crushed ice switched the radio on an off while cruising the curbsides of a cursed Cuba. He divulged his life story with one glance of his eyes. Plastic language of broken gringo generations venerated the explosive Oklahoma. Riots in New Haven sealed the envy of a promise.