Salacious salacity.Morrow clears its sedate cloud there were no clampdowns and clamps at the clarinetists'clangour.Cleanshaven,cleanlimped cleverdicks cling to the melodious cline.That she cappers to closet where adumbrated company bunkered manners swung to the concave condone.Machismos drowned on crimson lake frigging cerulean sky could not contend and plucky crows thus began:"Who would bite this cherry?"fussypot clarinetist quelled playing the fusillade."Across the arrays of stonehearted psychopaths,who loathed fiasco greedily and the table of either benign or malevolent,bloodhungry,tipsomaniac lumberjacks,sentinels in their infuriated but ebullient cozy glamour,solemn gazes,blue darkened eyes,pelted with sunshine and the own silhouettes,whispering air through the deadwood,feet of exterior steps,gallivanting lugubrious.Wore she splendiferously with barrette her bespoke leotard with black mantilla of ferocious shadow dimmed the luster of her blondehair,trampled seashells scooped from the hills at River