Staring contest for the gimmicky
dabbled. Trophies are trophies are trophies of trophies and the heavenly
novelty says as much. Lucid qualms are the bastion of this faltering society and
should be taken in for mutual repairs. Halve the cross stitch and whimper
before the sniggering green stick. Crudity is a cruelty for Erasmus and his
limbless progeny, the ones that are each numbered according to height and
usefulness. His egotism trails across the floor and keeps the lino clean as a
dead whistle, drowned in testaments. He has ribs of steel that bend only at the
slightest nimble tread or the flaming behemoth. The ridges find my bounds and
rely too heavily on my courtesy. It is to be expected: they are eccentric and
filled with holes.
The
plumage is often sought after by the right sort of circles, chasing their tails
like baby eggs ask for admittance. We gulp at the prospect of Prospector Brown
and his wayward bazaars. Clothes make the man a hot and trimmed sort of
creature. Trousers strip him of his respect as the belt slides across.
The
velocity increases as I refuse to adopt character traits that seem feeble and
inconsequential when faced with this prospect. The ice falls and the frost
talks in Hebrew. I suppose the white has a life of its own, all on its own. I
can see municipal delights fill your eyes immediately as I say these things and
I can't say I'm sorry for it. Tee off and salvage the door knobs before they
get whisked away by heartless devils. You'll know them, they go by the name of
George and Tyrone. They were crazy little tykes when I bounced them on my
knees, at some point they pounced at something else entirely. Quite the
motherly instinct, I can tell you.
Crumbles
of the Viking harp cannot string together to placeholders of tomorrow. We are
the werewolves in this scenario, snacking on the Budapest pontificators. Sex is
a way to destroy the negativity of their armbands and it lets them untie the
zebra army before they get antsy. Let loose the frugal!
Troubled
deception does not necessarily need to befriend the quizzical wink, it can live
a healthy life without it. All at once you expect me to say something of worth
but I just cannot think at this present moment. Think better of me or just
don't buy me the cheetah stripes. Frankly my lambs won't go that far so I
wouldn't worry too much about me at all. The stars are creeping like bacon on a
nun's forehead so let us not stand idly by, let's dodge off as fast as
possible. These star things are ridden by paraplegic cyborgs with horrendous
tempers and little petty cash.
Instead
let us flee to a rural area to pass the time with reminiscent bathtub parties.
I am 40% lava from the neck down so I'd watch those dance moves. Don't resist
the implementation, give in to it.
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