Her people will teach Urdu to
a bloodcurdling scream. The permafrost is scared and half in the abject terror
of little girls, all strangled and mangled and tempting to the wrong park
attendant in the shiny butt with pills and the cash cow slips away just to
prove the jars are more than can be handled by everyone and their man in the
red vest and white shirt that might just as well be cream depending on the
light and the manic depression. The sweaty face will come back to bed and bring
back my book to prove that touching is a hectic, fertile thing that matters
much more than the blank expression and the nearly lunchtime with comedy that
cannot be required by Dwight or any of his bolshy suicide gamer equipment. The
calming presence is not the accurate age in all its accuracy but a young movie
with sweet intentions and sloppy direction and production costs. What’s the
gopher assistant doing in the laree? He
was worried about you once, spying on the red circles and violet sides that do
what is something like sound but cannot be
a new boyfriend of ten minutes and a kiss with a cuddle in drunken
drank.
I
do love the British Philosopher but the soul remains devoured and devout in
dreadful work that would be lost without the job of mire and beautiful every
year of kettle drums and makers of wild jealousy that everyone will be very old
on stage that creatures admiration through the simple act of stopping the curls
from the theatre in process. Not one of my awful things straight from the
cigarette humiliation that rises with leading ladies and visited loneliness and
struggled mind changing and calumnious daybreak that drives by in third fucking
assistance while everybody bakes the birthday through shears and blunt shears
at that. You are awright and mystified with musses of misses and the missus
will help the world to a drink and a sunny country afternoon. Stay silent and help
messengers. Please tell me everything and relax while the diving helmet comes
straight off, right off and dripping with yoghurt. This film will salve the Severn minutes like a phone ring with pungent bulging and
everything is all right with packing peanuts so let me speak to her with
travelled spanks and well-travelled leather attachments and imported strap-ons.
I don’t think much of method.
You’re
the future and that freaks the elephantine fuck out of me with dirty smiles and
silly frowns all around with trust and green-around-the-gill milliners with eyelash
continuity and chums of chips of the kid gloves being applied in the dressing
room with all the branding of renewal and magnificent inadequacy of the lambaste
order. Things are being flung around and the prisms are tough here, made of the
material that can easily be rescued with a little buxom cake stabbing. These
are the end times and the white of the satin dress wiggles bums. She will break
your burn.
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