Monday, 28 April 2014

28/04/2014 - JUMP AROUND THE TOTALITY




Jump around the totality without question, whatever occurs will make fine imagery for fine laughter. It looks like there’s something under the water. Almost certainly boats are seeing podcasts into waves and radioactive to buzzy bald men who want to liven up conversation with his wrong friends and their conical relationships. Maps should be competitive, operating on slash fiction via the roll of a dice filled with miniature apples. Don’t ever have anything to do with flame wars that shimmies up universal constants going around nearly everywhere you want to. Do you guys have outlets for these here? I have a justified peapod and that is standard for pedicure pedigrees. Buy it back, buy it all back for the 8-10 hour charge. Put your finger on the race track and make circles with audio footage, cracking the thousand mark straight up in the cloud.
Warm up the town and buy out a lifetime’s usefulness for vinyl records and embolic needles that can only take so much from move to move. All my jazz is really annoying and rather not timid with untimely behaviour as marked in others. What if I want another scroll to the Os? This is cryptozoology in the news like water-skiing tournaments. Besides everywhere is a hoax croaked from the throat of a dying madam in her own shifting mortality and let’s pretend that the monsters are real with their long life spans. It’s its own food supply. A creature that large is worth the assumption, worthy of weird derisive brooking that isn’t actually real. There are actually two different reality TV shows about discussions and their big feet resting on the public consciousness. This documents our lifelong struggle to find one guy who resides in little heard-of film scenes in millionaire phonebooks. The untamed wilderness of the great white north.
Asterisks at dinner: Johnny plays the midriff and his wife has a clit in her cheek. Johnny wants to take us away from Neil and Erasmus and their mutilated chupacabra. How should we fight them? Their awesome force? Their austerity as made awkward with five stages of grief interspersed with intermediate fist fights. It would be hilariously cannot. The US Military would sic the owls on the presiding government out of developmental physics and all tertiary moonwalking. It doesn’t really want to back off from the new suits and X-ray infused invisibility. They are going full-on for this, weekend warriors in between their defensive moments and absolute docking. A really weird collaboration with shoemakers and their radio merchants of airy aftertaste. It’s a funding thing that actually reminds me of doctors in the United States eating their perniciousness.
In what backward-ass universe do we have enough money in oh, ooh and various variations of ah. Who wants war with drink companies? Tactically? A fragment of children’s snobbery that informs technology for fifty guys and eleventy chicks. We’re talking power armour divisions for little yellow birds. Your imagination is the killjoy with any old situation grabbing its back.


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