One of my deep structures conveyed in a piece de resistance surface one.

In the town of R-S there is an austere place, a never-going-to-be-completed structural-steel construct. It happened to me while on the train to what makes me aroused. Somewhere in the bowels of the scrappy beast, a peculiar musician was hittin a beam. It repayed with such a sound that I know what evokes titillation in me.

Unabridged utterance of the dragomen in-the-makin'. Two of 'em covert.

Front Side Bus.

The strenght of a goddess and the attitude of a rockstar. To know peple so well to get to a point at whic we meet 'em n do not pay any attention to the concatenative processes, but to glimpse in to the eyes focusing on the internal items' structure , i.e. the infixes, interfixes and circumfixes.

Zilvester, biatch!!!