Wednesday, July 30, 2014

It Is The Miles That Makes The Eventer Dialed ~ Key Wholes



Due to certain horror coming via the Fist side of Man blow to my Actual Jaw teeth gone broken gaps bit,
the tell to strong a Horse in the bridle wrong makes the Fell of Origin a tacked correction no question asked,
in what is missing the hold can and will eventual a plate fee not to anchor but to present more acceptable see,
as smiling without the bearings that were broken teeth disturbs the View too only whom shall be bothered.

I am not a Mirror Talker just a quick view to no that the face is clear withholding the smile for it disturbs wild
reminders of being hit so hard for absolutely nothing but at such a reach between the striker and the strike,
that still to me seems impossible to have had a double backed smash in seconds flat to facial contact crashing

In retrospection and after realizing that should not disturb my own Mind with the missing chew caps I'm fine,
leaving the burden of proof fix to whom finds the scene wrought as a betterment to the real Being thinking.

In regards to the last a bit of cosmetics to an extreme torking hit I am still alive beating heart enclosed dealing
with a body that has processed the damage choosing muscle to fit the grace of a Six~Packed schoolings,
not for the Show growing but for the tone that brings riding to the leg bone of implusions of strength jumping.

As I personally enjoy the Arena of a Cross-Country Event the Stadium of a World in Motion opposing stalls
by human intervention that has only represented abuse to break the will in and by not only manipulation spins,
but the physical breaking of the real live body belonging to me as a resident Being in stuck shaped gift mortal.

Laugh should you wish mockery has been a Commoners Sin I chose to separate from that Class in All,
forking the awful it is also the poison in the circulation of added to my food as a young child in the 60's,
the accumulation of years in happening turmoiled the body case to proper spare not the Mind it held at 2.

The distraction of said without repeating a noun in the barrel of Monkeys gripped my actual at a Four count,
in the unravel it was the backing off to seat a better stair that brought greater truth to the Age louds,
evident by each spin out burning the screeching tired with begin again for in loss grain.

Harkers'



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