Robust
backs press against the teenage superpower for the sake of an hourly themed
party. They’ve got the bad guys on the run without much inhibition or cutesy
Japanese Belgians jangling along behind them. You’ve been beaten by worse teams
with fiercer technology and worked-out plausibility. Ask and you shall hear
guitar strings being electrified for bony fingers that rarely meet anything
straight, let alone troubled. Seagulls are on the attack for shark bait 1-2-3 for
those who are looking for more than a look in a fleeting bus stop.
Dude says: everyone go
home before the mayor asks about his car’s windshield and shard-resistant fairness.
Arms tend to be too stubby and too fixed for the dark side of surprising siding
with the apt cause in need of lorry retraction. This is a desert cactus. That
is a machine gun covered by shade. My comedy comes through reading about humour
and application of Earthly centimetres. Complete blackness in the pitch shift.
Sonic writing and a new moon. You can see in the ambiance in the starry blue:
that’s really interested in the interesting.
I know that the kangaroo is topped by interesting gyroscope
technology in wyvern standing. I’ll finish this with big sensations and
fragrant final bosses with whole shit and half antennae. The green grass grows
with just one of those things man, Dude says. He likes breakables and some
issues of a particular newspaper filled with additional articles and many ways
to dynamism for schizophrenic falling off. Here I come, here I come. Crumbs or
patience. Or Zen even. Did you just expect the bucking to return you to the
platform with both legs intact and prostate doing rings around the retirement
plan? Expand on your thought process.
This
is infuriating, Dude says, I hope this ruins your comeback tour with gargantuan
tricks and carnival sell-outs. I’m sorry to H-I-J-K-L and sometimes M with
analysis of great monitors. You’re a mob boss with a canopy of put upon talk
show hosts. She’s too much for an advocate like me, troopers without trial or
error or overthrown boredom walruses.
CBS
would cruise around with Hanover Crime Syndicates from the hook on the left.
Another crushing HBO rejection, another departmental bathtub for rich folk and
their mermaid obtrusions; all these things going around and around in the
whirly tube of my sockets. As the print copies out of swing delegation the
umbrella corporations will channel the variations of king’s men as well as the
brightness of the generic screen that has become the very essence of a fool’s
existence. A fool’s existence is always foolish, says Dude, but not always
foolscap. These are rich and deserving words for somebody and, when we find
her, she’ll be showered with gifts from the nozzle to the hindrance of a floor
we’ve set out for such precious keyboard junkies. Linger around the chief of
limitless xenophobia and you’ll hear his chime, like a black countdown on a
chardonnay bottle. Neck due for reconnection.
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