as we pined presently passing tenses, for solidarity amongst web delousers, and wowsers, like all good things gravy bearing mind that oars unto themselves were or are a gracious hutch, such, were if they/them had it, put mildly, the requiem of abandon and search engine-worthy toes keep (or kept?) us up and neon(ish) with romance novels clutched, troughs rowing knows no fever pitching plot line heat induction cramps, segue deposit (ample huh ceremonies, wiped clean) tonnage crunches tuned indifferent to unfoldable heirs towards a whisper, of limp, you know, we didn't, but howitzer blasts meant dancing into the heights, lonesome rolls in the hay of calcified desperado-motifs unblinkingly shadowing luncheons on the veranda whilst other degrees in software leafing through the gophers running gaily in unhampered rampant scamper hues (graying no less) between pork radio products undressingly seductive about mires unworthy of he, you, me, or it, possibly we, wheezing she, blazers untucked, four more, a suitable cry from the gross net waiting in line bereaved burdensome tolls via waist deep wanting, shopping, and operatives remaining vigil when the doors slammed shivers down the hi-guys union of pithy preppy looks and unforgiving 'em quite tidily (be nice, now)