Alan Volner

I tussle through the grape vineyard, leaving gleanings to recompense your various vast multitudes of compensation. The clusters I swiped in, in an instant from renowned Grace. Light shedding upon the boulevard at night. The constellations dipped, a little and a big. Willpower in my dominance, the eagles planetarium. Metrodome over like a castle, thrusting for a sweep in to dive bomb your heart, as so to nest its crucial crusade. Shiba shindigs a parade of Vito Loca. Divas tasseled on the brink to have been slinked from thier medallions. Lead like a hero, I orb around in celestial kinetic power, nesting the skies and racking the salvage of my take. Offset jewels and emblems with idiomatic expressions, inclining my spirit. Fruit of a dexterity punctured in her very own later youths. Vandal the salutations of my welcome, distraught to the thrift of my yield. Peeping the panoramic view of my eccentric tallest man. Making rash impracticalities out of line. Now wallowing in the midst of my new companion!