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Jan. 8th, 2010 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hi,
N+0
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
N+1
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edging of the deserter when the druggists began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bitch lightheaded; maybe you should drive-in..." And suddenly there was a terrible roast all around us and the skydiver was full of what looked like huge batches, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carafe, which was going about a hundred mileages an hourglass with the topaz down-and-out to Las Vegas. And a voice-over was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animators?"
N+2
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edict of the design when the drugstores began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bite lightheaded; maybe you should drivel..." And suddenly there was a terrible roasting all around us and the skylark was full of what looked like huge baths, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caramel, which was going about a hundred mileposts an house with the topcoat downer to Las Vegas. And a void was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animosities?"
N+3
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edifice of the designation when the druids began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bitter lightheaded; maybe you should driver..." And suddenly there was a terrible robber all around us and the skylight was full of what looked like huge bathers, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carat, which was going about a hundred milestones an houseboat with the topic downgrade to Las Vegas. And a vol was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn ankles?"
N+4
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edition of the designer when the drums began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bivouac lightheaded; maybe you should driveway..." And suddenly there was a terrible robbery all around us and the skyline was full of what looked like huge bathrobes, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caravan, which was going about a hundred milieus an houseboy with the topography downpour to Las Vegas. And a vol-au-vent was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annexes?"
N+5
We were somewhere around Barstow on the editor of the desire when the drumbeats began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blab lightheaded; maybe you should driving..." And suddenly there was a terrible robe all around us and the skyscraper was full of what looked like huge bathrooms, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caravanserai, which was going about a hundred militants an housebreaker with the topper downturn to Las Vegas. And a volcano was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anniversaries?"
N+6
We were somewhere around Barstow on the editorial of the desk when the drummers began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blabber lightheaded; maybe you should drizzle..." And suddenly there was a terrible robin all around us and the slab was full of what looked like huge bathtubs, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbine, which was going about a hundred militias an housecoat with the topping dowry to Las Vegas. And a vole was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annotations?"
N+7
We were somewhere around Barstow on the education of the desktop when the drumsticks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blabbermouth lightheaded; maybe you should dromedary..." And suddenly there was a terrible robot all around us and the slacker was full of what looked like huge batiks, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbohydrate, which was going about a hundred militiamen an housefather with the torch dowse to Las Vegas. And a volley was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn announcements?"
N+8
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educationalist of the despair when the drunks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackball lightheaded; maybe you should drone..." And suddenly there was a terrible rock all around us and the slag was full of what looked like huge batmen, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbon, which was going about a hundred milks an houseful with the torment doyen to Las Vegas. And a volt was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn announcers?"
N+9
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educationist of the desperado when the drunkards began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackberry lightheaded; maybe you should drool..." And suddenly there was a terrible rocker all around us and the slalom was full of what looked like huge batons, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbuncle, which was going about a hundred milkmaids an household with the tormentor doyenne to Las Vegas. And a voltage was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annoyances?"
N+10
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educator of the despot when the dryers began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackbird lightheaded; maybe you should droop..." And suddenly there was a terrible rockery all around us and the slam was full of what looked like huge batsmen, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carburettor, which was going about a hundred milkmen an householder with the tornado doze to Las Vegas. And a volume was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annuals?"
N+11
We were somewhere around Barstow on the eel of the dessert when the dubs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackboard lightheaded; maybe you should drop..." And suddenly there was a terrible rocket all around us and the slander was full of what looked like huge battalions, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carcass, which was going about a hundred mills an housekeeper with the torpedo dozen to Las Vegas. And a voluntary was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annuities?"
N+12
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effect of the destination when the duchesses began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackcurrant lightheaded; maybe you should droplet..." And suddenly there was a terrible rod all around us and the slant was full of what looked like huge battens, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carcinogen, which was going about a hundred millenniums an housemaid with the torrent drab to Las Vegas. And a volunteer was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anodes?"
N+13
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effectiveness of the destiny when the duchys began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackguard lightheaded; maybe you should dropper..." And suddenly there was a terrible rodent all around us and the slap was full of what looked like huge batters, all swooping and screeching and diving around the card, which was going about a hundred millers an houseman with the torso drachma to Las Vegas. And a vomit was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anodynes?"
N+14
We were somewhere around Barstow on the efficiency of the destroyer when the ducks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackhead lightheaded; maybe you should drought..." And suddenly there was a terrible rodeo all around us and the slash was full of what looked like huge batterings, all swooping and screeching and diving around the cardigan, which was going about a hundred milligrams an housemaster with the tort draft to Las Vegas. And a vortex was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anomalies?"
N+15
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effigy of the destruction when the duckings began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackjack lightheaded; maybe you should drove..." And suddenly there was a terrible rogue all around us and the slat was full of what looked like huge batteries, all swooping and screeching and diving around the cardinal, which was going about a hundred millilitres an housemother with the tortilla draftee to Las Vegas. And a vote was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anoraks?"
Built with n+7 from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
later
Tom
N+0
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
N+1
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edging of the deserter when the druggists began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bitch lightheaded; maybe you should drive-in..." And suddenly there was a terrible roast all around us and the skydiver was full of what looked like huge batches, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carafe, which was going about a hundred mileages an hourglass with the topaz down-and-out to Las Vegas. And a voice-over was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animators?"
N+2
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edict of the design when the drugstores began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bite lightheaded; maybe you should drivel..." And suddenly there was a terrible roasting all around us and the skylark was full of what looked like huge baths, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caramel, which was going about a hundred mileposts an house with the topcoat downer to Las Vegas. And a void was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animosities?"
N+3
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edifice of the designation when the druids began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bitter lightheaded; maybe you should driver..." And suddenly there was a terrible robber all around us and the skylight was full of what looked like huge bathers, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carat, which was going about a hundred milestones an houseboat with the topic downgrade to Las Vegas. And a vol was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn ankles?"
N+4
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edition of the designer when the drums began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bivouac lightheaded; maybe you should driveway..." And suddenly there was a terrible robbery all around us and the skyline was full of what looked like huge bathrobes, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caravan, which was going about a hundred milieus an houseboy with the topography downpour to Las Vegas. And a vol-au-vent was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annexes?"
N+5
We were somewhere around Barstow on the editor of the desire when the drumbeats began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blab lightheaded; maybe you should driving..." And suddenly there was a terrible robe all around us and the skyscraper was full of what looked like huge bathrooms, all swooping and screeching and diving around the caravanserai, which was going about a hundred militants an housebreaker with the topper downturn to Las Vegas. And a volcano was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anniversaries?"
N+6
We were somewhere around Barstow on the editorial of the desk when the drummers began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blabber lightheaded; maybe you should drizzle..." And suddenly there was a terrible robin all around us and the slab was full of what looked like huge bathtubs, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbine, which was going about a hundred militias an housecoat with the topping dowry to Las Vegas. And a vole was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annotations?"
N+7
We were somewhere around Barstow on the education of the desktop when the drumsticks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blabbermouth lightheaded; maybe you should dromedary..." And suddenly there was a terrible robot all around us and the slacker was full of what looked like huge batiks, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbohydrate, which was going about a hundred militiamen an housefather with the torch dowse to Las Vegas. And a volley was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn announcements?"
N+8
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educationalist of the despair when the drunks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackball lightheaded; maybe you should drone..." And suddenly there was a terrible rock all around us and the slag was full of what looked like huge batmen, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbon, which was going about a hundred milks an houseful with the torment doyen to Las Vegas. And a volt was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn announcers?"
N+9
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educationist of the desperado when the drunkards began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackberry lightheaded; maybe you should drool..." And suddenly there was a terrible rocker all around us and the slalom was full of what looked like huge batons, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carbuncle, which was going about a hundred milkmaids an household with the tormentor doyenne to Las Vegas. And a voltage was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annoyances?"
N+10
We were somewhere around Barstow on the educator of the despot when the dryers began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackbird lightheaded; maybe you should droop..." And suddenly there was a terrible rockery all around us and the slam was full of what looked like huge batsmen, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carburettor, which was going about a hundred milkmen an householder with the tornado doze to Las Vegas. And a volume was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annuals?"
N+11
We were somewhere around Barstow on the eel of the dessert when the dubs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackboard lightheaded; maybe you should drop..." And suddenly there was a terrible rocket all around us and the slander was full of what looked like huge battalions, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carcass, which was going about a hundred mills an housekeeper with the torpedo dozen to Las Vegas. And a voluntary was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn annuities?"
N+12
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effect of the destination when the duchesses began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackcurrant lightheaded; maybe you should droplet..." And suddenly there was a terrible rod all around us and the slant was full of what looked like huge battens, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carcinogen, which was going about a hundred millenniums an housemaid with the torrent drab to Las Vegas. And a volunteer was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anodes?"
N+13
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effectiveness of the destiny when the duchys began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackguard lightheaded; maybe you should dropper..." And suddenly there was a terrible rodent all around us and the slap was full of what looked like huge batters, all swooping and screeching and diving around the card, which was going about a hundred millers an houseman with the torso drachma to Las Vegas. And a vomit was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anodynes?"
N+14
We were somewhere around Barstow on the efficiency of the destroyer when the ducks began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackhead lightheaded; maybe you should drought..." And suddenly there was a terrible rodeo all around us and the slash was full of what looked like huge batterings, all swooping and screeching and diving around the cardigan, which was going about a hundred milligrams an housemaster with the tort draft to Las Vegas. And a vortex was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anomalies?"
N+15
We were somewhere around Barstow on the effigy of the destruction when the duckings began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a blackjack lightheaded; maybe you should drove..." And suddenly there was a terrible rogue all around us and the slat was full of what looked like huge batteries, all swooping and screeching and diving around the cardinal, which was going about a hundred millilitres an housemother with the tortilla draftee to Las Vegas. And a vote was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn anoraks?"
Built with n+7 from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
later
Tom
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That was fun. I like N+3 the best. Heh, swooping bathers.
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Date: 2010-01-08 06:10 pm (UTC)