Day 2 - the workshop

Old man, a sip mistake, a viewing retake, blind, yet rememberance signed, what explorations rare, I do find, intriguing lopt detect. Is the workship cadence, sight redirect mine, or your tended greet, to offer in greetings ware, my sleep wear redirect blind sleep remeet?

~ You have difficulty in imaginations grip find, the workshop is a grip my sight, redirect I now find. Hmm, a shuffle, your arrogance overcome grip lept, you have found my eyes, sleeping net crept.

Old man, your workshop, is of a sighted kind redirect. I am not blind, to these workings of soul crept lept. The viewing is not a cadence I remember soiled crept, but tools fashioned in depth, I cannot recollect find. Can you seal the workshop in tolerances kept, was it yours or another’s or for mine to sleep net?

~ The workshop has a vacancy a room slid lept, toiled in eternity, and fashioned crept kept. I can seal all entrances, and bindings rid blight, the night is young, but you are welcome tender lept crept.

Old man, I was here before, tools of soul, fashioned with sight, and a middle entrance, I remember, my memory what blight, your can hid night, come shoulder me, something of memories cane old, not a forewarned exposure, to your grip lightning quick pair unfold. Your soul is not made for these extreme, grips light, the workshop is old, I can tell, in viewings memories slight crept tight. Show me what holding this workshop has on me, and your arrogance, to not forewarn, or solder helping hands, company grip sight physicality night, my cane or yours?

~ You are a child mid-stream beat. Your hold is not comfortable in wars to sleep. I gave you a gift, to tolerances kind, yet you mistook a trophy, on another old war signed, and blind are you, to take my shuffle crop soul lept, to hold me accountable, in viewings rare slept crept. Soil your own eyes, in wars creep lept, I gave you a viewing to a workshop toiled soil, in viewings of imaginations you lept tended drive drove, and gave me too much to solder my vision craft old. A child you are to, to tailor imagination’s fame redirect, it was a simple viewing and sharing, not a monument held memory night, you gripped a viewing, like a child hid tame, and concocted a nightmare, in my workshop light sight cold, and soldered missions my soul gripped night, making obscene directions, for my withholdings night sight.

Old man, I did nothing, with experiment sighted rarity find. Your sight redirect without instructions cane old, not to blighed instructions, on a seer wept foretold. Do tidy up your own mess, in exclusions redirect tess, I do not need abandonment on burned fur, an excavation teeth, to redress, or soiled fur, to blighted cane, on chopped excavations growth tame. Do challenge your own coffin, to groppings chin bent, I will soil my eyes, in your cadences flirt sent, and beat you to, a monument’s bridge fame, the light is upwards, not downwards knit, exclaimations, to explorations knit rewind tame. Show me something in physicality grow, not a monument of amusement to tailor a mission slimmed outshow. And tilt your eyes, to a finishing touch crop. The angel has hands, tilted to exclusion wept top.

~ Arrogance, meet, my eyes lit shuffle down clothed seamed fight. Now the hand, your hand gripped sight, you see. The hand down my sight, my walk out held right, yet held two visions, you seem to have grown, in safety an angel slighted right. So how many visions gropped detect hand bind detect, can you secure my eyes woven seamed gripped light?

Old man, do not tally wars hid cane, greet me in physicality tame, your name, lift it please, if physicality grope detect, and a landing in time, to four feet, hid two, one reaped hid light sight grain knit light right. Or do you fight with physicality crop lay, your hands to a handle, or a voice condescending shelter obey?

~ Your hand is needed and my butcher seamed right. The workshop was a tailor for your abandonment tilted tight, yet you seem to sow, anger, with woes, tilted show, and seam arrogance, with the gift, your eyes, tilted, backwards, two flames in anger, you should now, in anger mirrored know

Old man, do not tamper time, to tantrums woven crop, eyes tilted experiments, are not knowings wisdom, soiled backwards your eyes you should blind tilted snap top. Give me something sown old with cane, a gift, to shadow, in difficulty sane, to reap in flesh, in knowings shadow flesh light knit, and bridge, two hands, in a kettle without handle knowings grip flipped

~ Old man indeed, to know my handle, sowed seem, is it a steam, your eyes, sniffles grow light seam, or something more, to pour in sight obey, the kettle is fashioned for your sight workshop toe slay? Or is the sip again, unbecoming, for difficulty light obey? Shadow your work, in hindrances can drift, you know the soiling is light depth worth thick, yet you shadow obedience like a morcel lit dry, the eye is a crust, of a shadow ripped tie, and shelter in loft, the legs sowed seam, two sips is all, together grow sleeze, and light again, the handle kettle sight detect, the light can build woe, or brighted redirect seam kept.

My tea has grown cold, the warmth is flashing forewarned foretold, yet the seam, is lightning pair, that a tilt share grip flow net profit, light flow seam direct theft. I can shadow the light to a seam and beam, and stress, worth even, in a seed, gripped phlegm, reworded team.

~ Do not overwork the dog hid redress, his fur, is still on, not sliced, and burned with a dress. Do shelter your eye, in another being crop let, not my hound in his shelter, with the cane, the grip seamed your workings lept seamed backwards detect.

Old man, do not tempt my workings ridge seam, as righteous overtures that proof enables detect blind. Proove your workshop detects your arrogance sowed, in physicality beamed sight direct flowing correction sight seamed. I need proof on the coffin, not a light bended treat detect. Wisdom and knowledge, is not worthy of theft, or a drink to soil, all knowings and wisdom to a meeting crept left. Do tailor a meeting soon, if difficulty lands seam. I do like the cadence ridged in occupancy rare, not the sight bridged in privacy care. Do treat the dog, to a bark, and a bite, on the way out. I will drift the hand, outwards, on your own boned morce, the right hand blight, to the shadow obscene wars fist redirect. And make sure you eat properly, not a coffin of a morcel bent in lifted fisted can blight. Now, drift your workshop and portal away from my room, and tilt the room, to one entity seamed, and no knowings or bridged in aftermath allowed, sieve all entries, lifted seam, the sharing one, mine, and all safety unseen, and all touches of objects, grafted, not my being vessel detect, but excavations of others, time drift redirect, and I wish all my entries in a new angel gift time, the urgency now, and the hindrances, open and cured mid-slime, and lifted to the eye, and gifted sown greet. An angel two hands, to occupancy greet, and hands in knowings, and tears lifted rare, his hands lifted kindness, not difficulties care. Do get out of my abode, this occupancy shadows sniff, and leave the tidings vessels kind, to a butcher cemented on the outside drift slide kind.