Swollen jangles and swatted book
tokens. The landline falling on top of a yacht, tipping it into the ocean. A
gangrenous arm tickling the underside of a television. An ink cartridge
exploding in the face of the alphabet. Pins are collapsing, three at a time.
Curdling ghostly. Frantic growths are appearing on the bony old ones. Teeth are
gnawing into ice caps and swelling up the pustules. Seeded. Rectal barometers
of pastime. Living alongside the postcards that nobody remembers from their
erstwhile childhood. Branches unfurling in the trucks of a powerful key
figurehead. A translation for the best way out of a Death Mine. Mayan hands rubbing
Aztec noses. Saucy and succulent yeoman health which doesn't turn over when
punched by a goodness fairy. Father and farther still. Bear the undulating
hence and press down with tightly pinched fingertips. Score through the lands
of empty utopia. Dysfunctional library of moose wishes is set to numb the gloss
of your hopes and freedoms. Go and go without a hat to tumble down the hollow
neck. Unwind the rotundity and ask for someone to yell before the tip collapses
into a grinning corpse. Suppose so and respect the grant money at your risk.
Fragility below the beard of the last hemisphere.
Keyboards clatter and bellow at
mighty windfalls as most have seen, who wear turtleneck jumpers and fiery
emblems. Thematically speaking there is nothing wrong with the type of day or smell
of year, it is all the same when considered in ghastly light. Publicize the
harem and welter for the Specific Southerner. Foul regulations and tepid yahtzee
operate on a different level to the blind and goodly. Envision a future that
does not determine the Welsh handy blobs, the one's with the foul taste against
the sea breeze. Churn the roses and bleed to begonias. Books are falling like
leaves from a priest's bathroom. Rain is violated by knives in jumble sales. Boring
rigidity is mundane only to the inexplicably handsome. Reiterate and yawn for
the sake of perilous, fraudulent magnets. No more orientation. No more orienteering.
No more anymore Westward Ho! Blue and gritting molars talk about the last thing
available. Bruise this yawn and watch it wretch all over the furniture and
candles. Bras fizzle when you open the cloven graft and hobble when run down
into the pavements. Grocery after grocery after grocery after gross negligence.
Blow out the switch and bowl gigantic.
Forgetting the day is like
forgoing the night. Gifted grapples accumulate tirades from the giggling key
rings. Let's all fall apart, let's all drool into buckets and miss again. You
are doing nothing and I am worth nothing. Quaint hands are leading us outside
the bowling green and what do they expect us to do? Wrinkles beset these walls.
The chimney has an eye for decor and the batteries can't complain. Canvas bags relate
to me in jelly underwear. Blaze on in a rotund whirligig and see how brass
grows in the opposite direction. Flee for bliss.
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