Some facts to get you
started:
- Starry scars are not a done thing on knotty nights.
- The placenta is an attempt to burn away excess tissue.
- Reductionism always ends in tempestuous affairs of mind and automobile.
Only three, I’m sure, but I
know that you’ll get along fine without all the sarcasm and the great minds
thinking alike because who really needs that shit staring at you from the front
end tip of your remote control? Type as long as you’re listening to royal
delays of appointed order and biting down really is beyond the press release,
keep your mind within the vlog details.
Upon release, the cabana will
fill up with cops and robbers enlisted with the specific heist details of
counting to three and then making in-game scores with official dice words. The
residents are scheduling survival horror for sometime this summer because drip
dry ballots lack the polish we set out to create. Preorder now and get a
fighting chance at throwing up straight into the brown sack bag. Traditionally
the memorial patterning would cool down casinos in big lizard blood, all
blended in a blender to make ten million squishes happen worldwide. This proves
that great hemp will imagine leagues of ocean and disco metallurgy playing back
and forth in driftwood breaks. Say goodbye and close your curtains, draw them
into drapes and lose the bamboo altogether now. Fiascos of neckties aren’t
usually well received but you’ve managed it somehow with your shitting function
and silent movie racial policies. Cowboys, the lot of you, absolute cowboys of
government with your rodeos and spatulas filled with baked beans, also running
down the sides with redder sauce. Franchises don’t really stop when you ask
them to, they go on and on and along with ex-lovers in sailboats to rectify
past transgressions in the dot matrix printer while stocks last.
Longing for death is dreary
so that’s why we free up our thought time with throwing away toadstools and
having madcap mathematical battles, quick draw with saddlebags filled with equilateral
triangles and isosceles depending on the length of the shooter’s teeth. Keep
them in your back pocket whilst dealing with us in the big games, we’ll make
all players pay and all payers play. Something wicked every night while the
battery shows its leg, all putrid and spiced up with coriander and other cornucopias
of bruises. The little Geordie and his best Scottish accent are scrapping this
colour-coordinated scheme for fucking cannabis plantations. Somebody should
ought to allow his envelope to be stamped and trampled on by a fleet of angry
elephants with their factors straight and trunks even straighter. I don’t want
to scarcely think about it, I want it to occupy my time in an egregious way. I’m
on set most of the day and this is the thirst I get, orchestrating papal routes
with a big left index finger and an arm for the right? Don’t be erudite, do be
erroneous. Specious species, the lot of ‘em.
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