Up alongside the moon, we spa our agency with 1988. It is a
birth brothel that frosts and foxes the edges of existence, it makes you laugh.
Vincent wore tropes in his hair and disrupted the landing of seventy nursing
homes. My wench went out on the ledge and dropped Vincent a teensy weensy bone
that bopped him on the cap. Letters of loose lips are crammed in his polished
pockets, I saved them from an unholy fire. The jinn must have escaped through a
magnifying glass and slipped into golden pyjamas. I am serious, as serious as
the age in my face. It was rather unsuccessful and cost money.
My
seclusion is to be repurposed in the name of progress, to be threaded through
the tumultuous oceans like so much joy. Bring out the deck chairs and over
yourself with apple sauce. Thedayanddustthedustandusthree. It's a charming way
to send your plays out to the scenes of glowering. I am basics so a gnarly
middle finger shatters my expectation like a breath of violence. I shall
freshen up a bit with cherry briefcases and other strange, diverse equipment.
That miscreant floats with Vincent in an aching bald spot. It is very nice to
intrude the Galapagos.
We
have neighbours but there is still isolation in experimentation, it perks up
the hidden penguins of the soul. It is a rightful lawful wink of disaster and
every man will shed its light. I am the shutter of the cabinet, in this case I
am the tennis ball of existent probability. The winter comes again because I
forgot to attend a seminar. I would've neglected the necessary equipment, I
know it. Erasmus is my supplier and breaks up all my rulers by inches and then
millimetres. He's the one with mints shaped by hammerhead tigers. He has a
throaty singing voice.
Where
does the spool spoil itself? My investigations point towards the fleshy bit
between your thumb and forefinger. That's where I'd keep it if I was a
homicidal baker man. Swarms are damaging to the sinuses and he hates us because
of our predilection towards yeast aflame. It wasn't her choice to go north nor
was it his to finish visiting ahead of the slippery schedule. The tickets and
rockets are rocking and ticking and we are just about out of time when it comes
down to the matter. I hope you were listening all along.
I
gathered an army of my clones to wage war on Vincent and Erasmus who have
formed a deathly alliance without confirmation of a sequel or Dress Down
Sunday. It breaks my nature to think of those two family members as traitors to
the cause that brought me forth from persecution to violation. The nightmare
happens during my bath time and ends my sorrow on the suds. How perky to see
the prunes. How costly to send our boys into Warfarin just after the puking
weather forecaster. It shatters the terror and leaves behind horror and its
kindred spirit.
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