What
is a calorie callous? Whiffs of suspender pass through the ventilation system.
It electrifies the pope's lingerie collection and creates a vivisection between
him and his sexually appealing hat. God foretold a time when he would overcome
adversity through humming his own self-made theme tune and shooting an army of
bloodied ants into the heart of a gas station. He did all this without a
moment's quip or a contemptible time-out. Meanwhile the saxophone was plucked
and drawn like a compact spoon in a feast of the mentally superior slippers. It
was foggier there than I've ever seen it before, as if a wiry dragon had eaten
too much too fast and sighed vehemently. Did you see her face, her little beard
as he did this? It jumped.
The
cops were eventually moved and something was said in passing to the crock of
shit who sampled the overall distraction like a buddy. It's now or never and
the word nigh is too scary to implement with nothing more than British supermodel and an ill-fitting tool
belt. They can plump the revolutionary through independent venues of the soul
all they like, knowing that the ozone won't do anything about it. It wouldn't
dare. The year is almost up and the tap shoes are fading into the echoing
green. It's a likely scamp who deserts my flagrant exposition, it's a fastidious
buffoon with fleet index fingers and deft soles. The cops are coming all the
way from university and they're claiming for the bus journey so that their coffers
won't wail this quarter.
Peter
and Ann are the birthright of Erasmus, the progeny of his terse tongue and
snail-like teeth. As the actions and transactions and reactions and fractions are
running simulations off the back of a camel, we have nothing left to scrape out
a crooked banjo tune with. It's more desirous than delirious, it makes the extra
cumbersome in Jacksonville. The location remains undisclosed, mister.
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