Some
are born to stain glass with the sound of big hitter breasting while others
draw pistols and fuck: I don’t know where the rest of the world stands but you’re
a good damn question in your own right, in the hallway of horse-faced greenery.
Smell my hat so that I might rekindle the sense that I know is common within my
turmoil growl, within the words that I choose to knock into order that defies
even irreconcilable unconventionality. I covet more than I will earn, ever and
again as the horses descend a woodpile hill in greyscale pottery classes. I’m
stringing the portions of synapses together to make a fancy bunting for the
eagle stench.
Why
don’t we, Fiona? Why don’t we go, Erasmus? Why don’t we go out, Mara? Why don’t
we go west, Neil? Why don’t we find Mr Thank down the Ritz, arranging saddles
for camels and their Lancashire writer riders
in an attempt to silly billy and regain the virgin nature of aboriginal luck.
Oval is just
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you know what i heard about
eating habits
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THIS IS SOMEONE YOUR AGE
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Who/How
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Do you have tobacco or
beans or hurt?
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Themes are womanly, manly
and of the egg farm
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I’m about to say nobody can
live the life of a solo bear
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I SAW GOOD ENOUGH
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THE BULLS ARE YOUNG AND
TRUSTY
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as of now the gingham
jacket is nehru and nary hairy?
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- That’s me, wanted
loaded and rejectedby social custom simply because the colour of my clothes has changed during theextractionof various mutated soldiers from the shipbuilding facility. - What moans softly, leans the quickest on cobblestones and their spaces thereof. It’s the last film role before death but strangely not the last time you’ll appear on TV.
- Just what is that anyway? Ahatahatahatahahatthewinchesterfeelsfealtytopossumbeansandthedamnpeltskinbedamnedexclusivelywhilethewounded provide meals
I say it’s time to eat the
water and buckle on out of here. It isn’t good for my health to be anywhere
else but upside, topside and hot as coal. Now it’s time to balance ages.