Jarble

Trees covered in gravity were questioned by courses of action which bled through the sky with clouds included and the realization that death is possible was confused with odd numbers and the word fuck further confused my actions and magnetism, killings, magnets killing, were disguised by jesus' drug use and raw meat from the additional shots fired was imperfectly perfected by broccoli's desire for the wrong. Ounce along a river flowing against the grain, evolution organized the cause of a puzzled face. Suddenly, CapiTaL letters were followed by lower case letters and they knew the shape of a bullet and anything wrong played a 5-string guitar which transformed the furniture out of the ordinary. I didn't know what to do with them, they were covered with blood, there know I've told you.

O' thank you my Captain.