Cryptic writing II

Dungeons that creep out the me inside and the ocean never wanted. Splitted fire from the bed and take she wanted no doing it but he instead did, sure. Coming as the ash tray she and him as the unlike event from happened to done saying " like me as if…" "As if…" thought him with no muscular ambition but to redeem working class five or more mats from the table to the wall.

But then. But then even castles behind the bars of that ancient bed where both crying riding a bike was always easy, besides, this shelter would not had a red-skinned flat skippet. Lips but lines. Wood and hand-made process by in which the real state should stayed sand and everything round. 

Bed broken chair, wood no more than small water and big boat shoes that raisin could and did death bad.