Troopers align with my constellation.
It is a fine constellation filled with dilly dally dexterity and false bravado
that only trained lesbians can bring. Stability is like Norma without the safety
wheels, a dire and faceless, faithless creature. She eats toads and uses the
remaining leather to strut among the pigeon trophies.
Wallsandwallsandwinkinghighjinksandwowsersinmother'shenchmantribute.
I tried not to struggle so much but then you've always had a predilection
towards stringing up famous poets without regards to their feelings or haematology.
I infringe upon the jackal and teach his paw the manners of an ox when it's not
high tea. Home is along the whisker and devolves as quickly as it becomes
prudent. Sign me like a free patio and do not question the productivity of the
sun's chasm. Handle the large lager bottle and waste the waist to whittle and
paste. Half on, half off, altogether a looker. Salami tributes are the
ingratiating factor that's always missing in a child's smile, particularly the
ones that scoop out the fish's eye and fling it at the queen mother. It's a
fool's errand to say something.
Stamford sexes under the flag of
a salivating salvation of surly economics. Risk the association and detail me
with Philadelphia sprites. How the pen lid. Why the pen lid. So many ways to
pen lid, lid the pen. Tell you once, tell you with an ice cream in a hand, tell
your grandson with the wrinkling skin, reintroduce passionate wanderings without
a warrant or permit to show or speak of. This is the way.
Joustthegastronomichurdlelikesomethingoutofthestripesinmyfringeandyourringfinger.
Try again. From the underneath point. From the pauses between breathes and the
groans bespoken. Poker and I were not quick to fling dicks on heavenly liquid.
They call it manna but I deserve it rightly. I deserve these munchies and break
down the thirty hours to a manageable pace of seconds. Semi-sociology and quasi-scientific
empiricism, that's what we just saw in the fading phone message. Love the dry
terrifically and show me the error of Erikson. Stutter if you prefer, it's all
the same to crashes in the night. Resolve the way the rubbers feel and defend
it with your guarded and curtained livelihood. Be of further service and I'll
kill you with a rotten spoon handle.
Soul burning like the Sausage
Sages and their twinkling epistemology, physiology and brood stick. The leading
witness shall grant eleven wishes to the dead few because that's the way they
told her to tell it in the tale. Boxing whirligigs are severe to the feint,
twice daily for the bewitched genuflection. It tickles like reproduction in a
bland foetus. It's not a question of say or say not, it's a question of poop
your groin.
Attachmentattachmentailingalienationattachingtothefrostingquenchorsomesuchthing.
My guardians of haemoglobin, how you do me proud in the relentless facts of
prudent moths. Draw the drawing pin from the drawer and drawl in a laden swing.
Marrows are golden to the rightly goodly and all their narked maternal
requisites. How still is the grey point.
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