Mugs
are living with it, limited edition-like. Peek what you want to see in order to
lose dependency on your identity donation; this is the commonplace scene among
the acorns and leafy trees. This is the welcome call to nature; the game goes
along with the snare percussion and says little about the lazy day. Beauty is
in the eye of heat of this time of unusual yearly activity, says Francis. He is
waving, listening and handing down signals to the subjunctive all at the same
time, too tired by the token effort at the radio station. This is now as you
siesta, a reflex of industrious whistling.
A MAN IN A DUMPSTER WITH A
CONSTANT PLUCKING MOTION SEES A DUMPTRUCK AND PLAYS A TRICK WITH IT
MID-SENTENCE, GAPING AT THE MERCEDES SALUTATIONS. THIS IS IMMUNITY. THIS A
MANDATORY WRINKLING MONOTONY AND MISSING DOESN’T MISS MUCH WHILE THE MASCOT IS
IN ITS PARTICLES, CATCHING ON FIRE. DECLASSIFY WHAT SUMMER READS LIKE. THESE
CHILDREN ARE GOOD AT ADVANCING FARTHER THAN THEIR GRADING MILITIA. WE’VE TAKEN
TO DRILLING SAND THESE DAYS, HUNDREDS OF UNIIONS BEING FORMED EVERY DAY. IT ENCOURAGES
STRENGTH AND AUTOMATA FEROCITY. SLEEP IS COMING. SLEEP IS BATTLE READY AND ASKED TO CLARIFY. FAIL TO
INFLATE. MUSCLE FATIGUE. RELATE TO RELISH AND FALL DEAD WITH CAESAR SPIT ON
YOUR MUDDY LIPS. PRESS THE SAND WITH LOVED ONES AND BE JUST FOR THE DURATION
LIKE OUR FAVOURITE LOCAL CEREAL COPOUT.
Carcinogenic farming and all that agriculture: ready for
you to eat without the necessity of milk or other thriller elements. Read him
his Miranda rights before he transcends the nautical theme with certain
sentience and unreasonable demands thereof. Containment of looms reduces all
likelihood of a summer hiatus. Paws are icy, invisible, invincible, slightly
irate, irritant, irrigated, clearly moving, forming with ideologies like
forceful pebbles on implacable journeys to gasp along. Boulders and boundaries,
wider and slower. Evidence claps eyes on life and that will settle one last
party difficulty with one last gulp and restful swallow.
I KIND OF LEAVE YOU NOW AT
THE NAVAL OF LIMOUSINE CULTURE, THE CUTLERY BEING ALL LAID OUT AND THE RAP
MUSIC BLARING WITH URBAN BRAIN POWER AND DAS GREEN DEVELOPING THE STOMACH
LINING NECESSARY FOR PROFESSIONAL SPELLBINDING AND BUST BUSTING THAT GOES ON
WITH HALITOSIS AND HEARTY BRUTALITY. THE NEW ZEALAND BOAT IS COMING BUT WE
ARE BLITHE WITH MARKERS AND REMINDED OF TEXTS SENT TO OUR MINING COMMUNITY AND
WE REALLY SHOULD GET THOSE BACK, SHOW THAT THERE ARE NO MESSY OR HARD FEELINGS.
IT MAKES A BEAUTIFUL LIST WITH SOUL MATES STREWN AROUND AT THE END. A BUNCH
UPON YOU.
Drink your inky brawn away and harm the seal with all
your statutory lore will envelope the height sects that seem to be sprouting
around the base of operation, the aforementioned naval where all mechanics and
engineers pass their own personal eternities with hip hop battles and excessive
clapping. Still bodies restarting the grim resolve of history, buzzing around
the verve.
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