Narrowed It Up

The pig is still committed. When a storm goes whoosh and gone, it leaves a pretty next day, but not every time. Ouch that broke me. No salt, not much sand, sense and groundwater tainted, it always comes down to three S's. Don't you K'bye me! I say I can't help, that it's a rotting melon, another in a world of; soaking in googlemaldehyde, see the right side for your symptoms, to scratch. Its code to me bro; held up by: a big cheekbone, dehydrated, every fear grazed (if only in blocked out dream drive-bys). Please, save it for the second snail.