20/06/2014 - FIRST FORAY INTO PURCHASES

First foray into purchases of a political nature. The price goes up along with the fire, along with the whimsical tongue chart. Sticky bombs delay the crouching mid-fall. A whole slew of undoubtedly a hat bush, pretty neat for preordering. All my old videogame devices that turn on the fans with humble bits of electronics that break out of influenza who spike the minions in tubes like it were just a drink with the guys at an indiscreet bar.

I’m going to kill the licky, itchy summer with my stressed out sighing thumbs that harden at the thought of actual saliva and other doors opening to show up stickers that show up skin irritation that ends with rows upon rows of hot water tubs that apply to today so long as you wake with sore throat acidity. Tea or water would be nice if it weren’t so cold and close here, now you know why I keep going outside with whispered spice racks in their grassy chairs and meadow tables.

Here’s a thing that saves and slaves while it pretends to be a magnate shark filled with ball bearings and look-alike IT’S OKAY. The response will be to overlap responsibility with criminal normality. Why is it a red possum? What is the equivalent to green in that respect? It was at my pleasure without snorting and coming across as a nibble in the night time environment. You’ve gone and done everything wrong and hopefully so. You’ve been sleeping plastic, sucking in shucked retaliation. What else can I update you on? BRIGHT PATCHES OF LITTLE BODIES. Take out the clip at the end of the oft burnt video. I do that every time, I make sure that there’s plenty around my bikini line but that’s all right around there and crotchety.

It was automatic, the Russian's delivery truck truce opened right up and all the waves and factions and depleted forces came circling down the proverb that is my self-sustaining soul, a fish that resembles the floppy part of a shoe. The whine grew in tempo and the hemp reacted crucially to the excommunication with a laugh and a cold stare from the minotaur sociopath who reads every night to appease his pinkie finger. The strangest lies are commonly occurring on the blip in the radar that they keep ticking over in some aloof military base with distempered blip readers who trudge up their feelings have to go shopping with friends to regain it.

This is the semblance, a diving board covered with numbers and over numerousness according to the stature of most bean poles without their precious calculators installed into their lower portions. Deep down we all know that this is the end and the title even signifies it, I changed it from Grab Your Curtain And Hat, Son because I knew that you wouldn't get it. The first cereal of the day might but you with your protein deficiency and long-legged xylophone are just too busy to return its calls.