Kiera is a female given name. It is an Anglicized version of Ciara, the name of a 7th-century saint, and means 'dark haired ' in Irish Gaelic.
Hi!
Hi!
Do you support community-driven Encyclopedias?
Hard copies eh?
Catridge-leech? Refill? Is that readible?
So I swipe my card?
ATMs used to be so voracious.
Counter.
Improvise.
What do you do? Yep. This elevator mulfunctioned. We're stuck. I study claustrophobia -- people -- this is the most apt place.
Out on parole?
Pepper spray in tha clutch.
Indian?
Nope. Shhh. I hear something.
What.
Footsteps.
OMG
You can't have a shortened something for something that's already too short.
Elaborate.
I'm decimal once inch taller than you.
It ain't getting -- no blackout.
Yep. In a decade or so. This crank-coin-operated SOS thing might work. The prototype is promising.
Nice to meet you, My name is Sierra.
Kesara Kesara -- Whatever will be will be.
Bad omen your nickname?
Equipped with an emergency lander device.
So service guy.
Ya then what -- I serve with a smile.
Fix it then.
That's what I'm doing.
Fugivite?
Why good girls get stuck with bad guys?
Stuckup Peronality Disorder.
That's in the manual.
You want money right?
No barter system.
Kidnap? Abduction?
oh ya -- I totally forget my mission. Here it begins.
Begins. What Olympics?
Torch.
You bearer.
No I never wait anywhere tables or
Or
Could I smoke?
Ew.
Not weed. Tobacco. Here this stick -- go to forencis.
You know me?
We've just met.
You're slick.
Oh, your new flick on netflick?
See.
See You See Me.
Stalker.
Nope. Not even online.
So you that guy who writes rhymes. At least believes that he does.
How do you know that?
What do you mean? Don't you recognize me?
Nope.
What're you doing in New York?
Oh so this is not yorkshire?
I was kidding with you. I'm Kierra.
Riot-control. Immigration? Who? Narcotics?
Why do you pretend that you're some Indian Intelligence guy er chap every girl you stumble onto on FB.
Oh carnivore...
What?
Ciggy. German. For people like me -- dungrees and suspenders.
Thanks.
You know Nicotine -- it started in a submarine.
And, you're that Russian who saved us from castastrophe.
Oh that reminds me of....
Hey, let's just sit.
Yep.
Do I make you -- are you getting freaked out?
Nope. But it's kinda weird uncomfy.
Ya..want some water?
So you always go prepared.
They call me Any Exincengy.
Cost-effective timely resolution.
I'm a troubleshooter.
Oh ya?
Then, what?
There's a warning sign?
On a billboard. Your caricature.
And, the statue read?
Low flying drones.
Come to London.
Nope. Maybe Scotland.Scotvec same guys ya?
I guess so.
Ireland?
Ya.
Why not London?
Dunno.
Hey where's this Notting Hill mock bookshop?
London. Maybe. I guess.
Oh.
I prefer English-speaking countries. America and then chronological boot straps starts...
Okay now my mute meditation time slot.
Don't you have a SAT phone?
Nope. I'm not into gadgets.
Maybe we'd have a stranded-x place implant
Ya. We'd particulary girls right.
Ya.
How'd you circumvent that -- visualize hypothesize or still in Mute Meditation Mode?
I'd carry Cold Tea on me from now on.
You're really addicted.
Nope. I don't like cold tea. Packaged...no way.
You work here?
Ya Man Friday.
Ya.
You for a movie?
Ya.
This is lunar shuttle.
Ya. Why?
I read they have a modem on it -- this explorer robo.
Really
Ya.
Tag along. Tea. Burger. KFC. Pizza. I'm on the top floor. Penth house.
Helipad.
Ya.
Wow.
What's the criteria?
Who renews it?
I think I'm an actress.
Ya. You are quite famous there right?
Ya.
You not into Brit girls -- just like that? Vendetta?
Nope. But I'm not into girls anymore. I'm forty four. And, I'm nobody.
You must be real ritzy right?
Kinda.
Hmm.
I'm bored.
Ya. Some people yawn that's a strong indicator -- when they're bored. Usually it's when someone is sleepy.
Why is it contagious.
Dunno. They ask this sort of thing in Tell Me Whys.
What do you call that thing that either precedes or whatever with your autograph? A one-liner sort of morale-booster?
I dunno. You've specific with words. We're different. I mean -- anyways -- you want my autograph?
Nope. Just like that. But I wanted to see the way your write -- automatic writing or otherwise -- when you're on the phone -- and you jot down -- scribble -- or with a forethought -- quill or cross I dunno other ritzy brand names. Your signature -- dunno I love reading Epilstories -- Letters -- Homing Pigeons -- Interactions -- Correspondence Chess -- ad infinitum.
Message in a bottle?
Ya. In all its manifestations.
My cat nap time slot.
Siesta ya.
Hey snipers may think I gotcha you.
You can't rule out that huh. Can you?
Okay. You give me a quiet burial. And, don't cry.
To be continued....
Hi!
Hi!
Do you support community-driven Encyclopedias?
Hard copies eh?
Catridge-leech? Refill? Is that readible?
So I swipe my card?
ATMs used to be so voracious.
Counter.
Improvise.
What do you do? Yep. This elevator mulfunctioned. We're stuck. I study claustrophobia -- people -- this is the most apt place.
Out on parole?
Pepper spray in tha clutch.
Indian?
Nope. Shhh. I hear something.
What.
Footsteps.
OMG
You can't have a shortened something for something that's already too short.
Elaborate.
I'm decimal once inch taller than you.
It ain't getting -- no blackout.
Yep. In a decade or so. This crank-coin-operated SOS thing might work. The prototype is promising.
Nice to meet you, My name is Sierra.
Kesara Kesara -- Whatever will be will be.
Bad omen your nickname?
Equipped with an emergency lander device.
So service guy.
Ya then what -- I serve with a smile.
Fix it then.
That's what I'm doing.
Fugivite?
Why good girls get stuck with bad guys?
Stuckup Peronality Disorder.
That's in the manual.
You want money right?
No barter system.
Kidnap? Abduction?
oh ya -- I totally forget my mission. Here it begins.
Begins. What Olympics?
Torch.
You bearer.
No I never wait anywhere tables or
Or
Could I smoke?
Ew.
Not weed. Tobacco. Here this stick -- go to forencis.
You know me?
We've just met.
You're slick.
Oh, your new flick on netflick?
See.
See You See Me.
Stalker.
Nope. Not even online.
So you that guy who writes rhymes. At least believes that he does.
How do you know that?
What do you mean? Don't you recognize me?
Nope.
What're you doing in New York?
Oh so this is not yorkshire?
I was kidding with you. I'm Kierra.
Riot-control. Immigration? Who? Narcotics?
Why do you pretend that you're some Indian Intelligence guy er chap every girl you stumble onto on FB.
Oh carnivore...
What?
Ciggy. German. For people like me -- dungrees and suspenders.
Thanks.
You know Nicotine -- it started in a submarine.
And, you're that Russian who saved us from castastrophe.
Oh that reminds me of....
Hey, let's just sit.
Yep.
Do I make you -- are you getting freaked out?
Nope. But it's kinda weird uncomfy.
Ya..want some water?
So you always go prepared.
They call me Any Exincengy.
Cost-effective timely resolution.
I'm a troubleshooter.
Oh ya?
Then, what?
There's a warning sign?
On a billboard. Your caricature.
And, the statue read?
Low flying drones.
Come to London.
Nope. Maybe Scotland.Scotvec same guys ya?
I guess so.
Ireland?
Ya.
Why not London?
Dunno.
Hey where's this Notting Hill mock bookshop?
London. Maybe. I guess.
Oh.
I prefer English-speaking countries. America and then chronological boot straps starts...
Okay now my mute meditation time slot.
Don't you have a SAT phone?
Nope. I'm not into gadgets.
Maybe we'd have a stranded-x place implant
Ya. We'd particulary girls right.
Ya.
How'd you circumvent that -- visualize hypothesize or still in Mute Meditation Mode?
I'd carry Cold Tea on me from now on.
You're really addicted.
Nope. I don't like cold tea. Packaged...no way.
You work here?
Ya Man Friday.
Ya.
You for a movie?
Ya.
This is lunar shuttle.
Ya. Why?
I read they have a modem on it -- this explorer robo.
Really
Ya.
Tag along. Tea. Burger. KFC. Pizza. I'm on the top floor. Penth house.
Helipad.
Ya.
Wow.
What's the criteria?
Who renews it?
I think I'm an actress.
Ya. You are quite famous there right?
Ya.
You not into Brit girls -- just like that? Vendetta?
Nope. But I'm not into girls anymore. I'm forty four. And, I'm nobody.
You must be real ritzy right?
Kinda.
Hmm.
I'm bored.
Ya. Some people yawn that's a strong indicator -- when they're bored. Usually it's when someone is sleepy.
Why is it contagious.
Dunno. They ask this sort of thing in Tell Me Whys.
What do you call that thing that either precedes or whatever with your autograph? A one-liner sort of morale-booster?
I dunno. You've specific with words. We're different. I mean -- anyways -- you want my autograph?
Nope. Just like that. But I wanted to see the way your write -- automatic writing or otherwise -- when you're on the phone -- and you jot down -- scribble -- or with a forethought -- quill or cross I dunno other ritzy brand names. Your signature -- dunno I love reading Epilstories -- Letters -- Homing Pigeons -- Interactions -- Correspondence Chess -- ad infinitum.
Message in a bottle?
Ya. In all its manifestations.
My cat nap time slot.
Siesta ya.
Hey snipers may think I gotcha you.
You can't rule out that huh. Can you?
Okay. You give me a quiet burial. And, don't cry.
To be continued....
No comments:
Post a Comment