Dot

There is an unknocked dropping unlasting acid angling a swaying agent. There is no lack of medium in this beaming brine, no glitter frequency, no plasma solidity, yet the ria’s rhythm-gripping remains unremained. There is now a bedlam of mitosis locked in a pillow of motility, vescicling, landscape-seeping toward a particular protein punching chassis. There are mitochondria equipped to clutch, rigged to emit, packed with potentiality. There are hints, tinges, molecules of a viral item. There is a brash rag of rage ablaze. There is a requisite term bursting, splashing, bruising, fucking, cutting, panging banging gashingswellingsing. There is a blooming chromo erupting onto the suffused web of this amoebic production. There is so much momentum zeroing in on an egg, a tender modern egg. There is an essential casing draining chain reacting plasma scramble. There is a shimmering pod bulleting silt to sustain intra-organelle distribution; subsist-tunneling, flourish-maturing, swell-thriving, bloom-advancing. There is an uncyclical vesicle synthing a surrogate soaking in a familiar reticulumism. There is a capsule of acid ripple. There are clusters of sponge, webs of grit, throngs of tribes composed of meat provoking a critical slaughter. There are, in this opacity, achieved swirls of heat, of bodysteam, rising to the out-there, to the above-sod. There is an infective condition to nurture, an opaque impurity to cure. There is a creaturely complexion advancing. There is an array of ancestry, pods with pulpy hooks, skin intent on lynching, pouring into the filth. There are forms, phenomena, whits, licked entities, amber rhythms, all bored from the dash from the drop of the pang. There are specks in circumference squeezing into their lanky lesions, their own absorbable atoms. There is a gore of bacteria fetching into the loop of this dash. There is a bustling membrane marred with ebbing juice-blot. There is an activated phenomenon flushing through a sprig’s yielding activity amidst genes of circumstance. There are orbits misting from the vivid spirit of sliver symmetry. There is a dot of darkness bashing into the head of a pinpoint. There is life mustering DNA in the pulsing sphere of an ovum. There is a sort of vivid terrain, channeled by discharges, with no circumference for the halo. There is a bubble of vapor drowning in the burden of this glop. There are throngs of spheres in animated hustle amidst a tittle of rhythm. There is a vital inception of whiff in the ooze of orbit broth. There are excited iotas quantifying an entity. There is a gash, or another wit-lick from the codon. There is a sort of tired microdot, hauled by spirit, projected by scheme, swallowed by matter, moistened by pattern. There are germs growing, overcoming, shock-leaking, swab-erupting, burden-bashing, whiff-clobbering, murk-brimming. There is a fuzzy certainty of rhythm in the loop of an atom. There is a tic of existence in the gash of a flesh. There is a darkness misted with zest, ripe to infect, dampening matter. There is an aphotic wee haven of peat nestled in a forever-sphere of ground and gravity. There are excited spheres of certainty in the flushing loop. There is a spirit fetched with entity, fizzy, ready to pulse. There is a terrain emitting mist, projecting entities of specks. There is a nanodot or another ooze glop-yield from the loop. There are dots nestling the moistened gore of throng mist. There is a fuzzy gene, ripe and vital. There is a sphere of gore in the membrane of a membrane. There is another glop blot-brim from the head. There is a new activity, an old terrain, an absorbable speck. There are glops dampening the symmetry of a halo. There is a wee scheme of matter in the sliver of a membrane. There is another vital circumstance. There are absorbable spirits hauling throngs of matter, clobbering matter, swallowing, swelling. There is a grown entity pulsing in broth. There is another animated atom. There is a gravity bashed with broth, marred with marginally moistening mist-dampen. There are blots hauling clobbered peat. There is a dot with no rhythm for the absorbable whiff. There is a gene in the blot of a sphere. There are fetching terrains drowning, sliver-growing, swell-swallowing, ovum-leaking, head-dampening, broth-infecting. There is a loop of terrain in the throng of a membrane. There is mist brimming the throng of a flesh. There is an ooze nestling into a sliver. There is a terrain molested with mist. There is an excited whiff of a head in a blot. There is the matter of another dot sliver-growing from the gore. There is a broth to drown in. There is a throng of whiff in the wit of a mist. There is a germ to swell. There is a pattern to flush. There is another excited glop. There is a mist of a sphere in a gene. There is an ovum to grow. There are spheres infecting glops moistening genes. There are excited loops looping a throng. There is another dampened dot. There is an absorbable speck of peat in the dash of a glop. There is a dot of gore, a glop. There is a loop of ooze in peat. There is a vital dot in a gene. There is a speck of flesh in a wit. There is a dot of a glop in a gene. There are germs growing wits. There are blots bashing ooze-flushing broth. There is a vital speck of ooze in a glop. There is a dot of a flesh in a blot. There is a blot of a dot in a speck. There is an ooze in the broth of an ooze. There is a broth in a glop in a loop. There is a blot of a loop in a broth. There is a dot of a broth in a blot. There is a glop of a broth in a loop. There is a blot of a dot in a glop. There is a blot of a glop in a broth. There is a broth of a dot in a broth. There is a broth of a blot in a dot. There is a dot of a glop in a broth. There is a glop of a blot in a glop. There is a glop of a broth in a blot. There is a blot of a dot in a broth. There is a glop of a dot in a broth. There is a blot of a broth in a glop. There is a dot of a broth in a dot.