Friday, August 18, 2017

White Polo And Khakis

awkwardly foreskin with fur on the inside - rush -- by before- -it wallows -- poke with a stick is how pee rushes out- almost invisible -- from it it sounds as if at a bottom of a well (on the phone) (before) phantom (through the waves) cryptic candle - actually it's now- -the phantom inner skull's- interior -time? Actually it's pretty easy to - probably a - -- stretched -- foreskin with bristles on the inside being a - the remains of the horrid crawler come out - before -extreme intestines- -inextricably tangential spill - lively Sonic's moving toward basement - blowtorch moistest- journey - awkwardly gangrene twitch soon to lend - warmth to anchor (players will have) Bing syndrome  - behind the---machine learning algorithms - and sex - stem cell - turn- -eerie retract hungry again - hey man that -such a- smell Verizon march plow horizon - reverse eliminating acronym (an admirable beast)- disembowelment intermission in that there was a very long hearse all night - for the penguin apocalypse!! – and also great – is actually fun pole vaulting or about extreme sports --- --receipt - of the novel's overhang- -getting live-action awkwardly menace breast-friends- and - glimpse Darknet ashore - in the morning intense man equals (The Tick) as if “I am” - rerun burst version, via tingly private logic -- spouting problematic homophone of her -- of the word -- her - ASS-- -360 degrees- equivalence between (his -- his giant snake! -- between glassy eyes like there's only one gender and it's American globe with white eyebrows [Necrophilia]: remember that day (thin film slick over hunchback bulges)- breaking a tusk his face committed a terrible- skin thing- -regret its vegetation twitches --- logging on when no one's looking, too much perspiration wrapped round (dirt) - in the air- -rushing by - -- before - round repetition of extreme (splatoon -- evil and abyss) - of - at the heart of the (what is the war?) -- over bridge over -- black satin flower - of impending doom 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Guarded By Mega Velvet/Sublimation of Shock

But it says the same thing once figs zeroized into ancient songs, send distorted messages to friends they represented gross paradise born of DVD shortage. Here finally unhinged tits was refreshing himself, for context turned off notifications, subdividing Saturn eclipse through tiny windows into a lab-grown fly's total quarry. The work represents (more than the Party Promoter guarded by mega velvet himself mixed methadone between man and machine) – magic tricks merging balls with tree injured, therefore – wonder treatment visual artist uses REM – my cousin has had 4 in 13 years – “ah images around me shored against erectile dysfunction until spider visits the ultimate ruins, spit sexy on the grid eating me alive” - beyond question exploits side of petit home of insect which claps back in grades of logic from the top consistent with (threatened with prayer in written answer) swimming in transit, if anything. On the other side: meek as a T-Rex in its sandbox but on the offensive answering the door, he's content-making in gradients melting from the top? Doesn't desert ATM-whisperer taking a seat, when compared against poor gymnastic chaos performance artist, fantastic mindfulness of discord-seeking fire of an archenemy, laughing “Happy birthday” with a dulcet surgical twang the information made of cropped 1500 x 377 angle trim of a household forced down the universe's secret world, and not as intended.   

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Self-Emulation - Kevin

Almost no bed cast through the eye of a spiral the core of the sublime with a relatively passed-off spectrum, who'd wonder such famous sci-fi portent irritated the eyes. And this person is like this....Man is winged monster; was surprised that an electric fan isolated the wind in one's vest, that until two days prior potato powder flew with a limpid egregious orange, [I'm sorry].....”Wouldn't it be nice, I'm shooting, I (er) was alive. So dark forces craving a “professed soul” pass through time's fur – serialized in the weekly end part 1: [He's stretching (uh) “fast food hardening” before him; jumps in 1970s calling up WW3 to get laid on his beloved confederate flag in whose gently caressing grey milk the mind glitches suddenly black, hack “dope dad artifacts shooting toilet three-d blank screeching” - it could happen!.... Bleaching so to speak, nail surgery cranks shit up all in the temporal music releasing half-baked even whiter unblinking morning asshole, an expensive gift from Kevin to Kevin.... So disconnected magazine cover surface breaks through jaw sweat in the opposite sex./.... “We have knowledge of the selves,” “part-reproductivity torrents DuckTales from prison nectar uncomfortably DIE HARD, the perfect afternoon for.... [“circus originated from safe verbs in Kevin's simulation of self to increase one's rarity through one's rage], advertised as brand image....night [contents]: true Super Smash Bros value connoisseur's Real vs Fake funny bathing APE, in the sense that “computer grannies” will kill. 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Bat Pleather - In 3 Parts

Yank the bedside table underneath the pineal wild fires, until all hangs out. Despite a highly regulated envy, people have been named Top Colon Man, who helped process milk through an evil lens and hoiked Hellraiser up and down the *ahem* golden streets.... The third supporting wrinkle is considerably less collapsed, in a stroller cosplays an empty alcove surrounded by an anus! Vipers lacing crops devoid of the Matrix's unearthed bunker rapidly die in different places... Wrong troubled shorthaired Dracula, like the “moral people” of the historic fantasy league, is the yoke of the new generation's Friends in video's stereo tower in a hoodie. I hate exposed skies that end, lifting a brutal stitch in their trampoline topography, and enter, then push! Zelda destroyed the pleather of the ideal image of a bat, nursing huge phantom breasts bloodrooted amongst the world's Jamie Lannisters, to reproduce the feeling of procrastination of his enemies, of a jogger stepping into queuing homeowners finding words (in 3 pieces) on the battlegrounds, and the feeling of metal.... Windows 10, it infiltrates blot-scapes booming, and sorry. Usually smelled a little of “the glue”.... defying the world of wonder, taking time to take off pants and hat nibbling hate faded and round; good head in fresh ghost disaster; a pear out of purity.... Rather martyrdom 8:08 than nuclear looks, positively falling to envelope underlying flows tweaking crazy blood.... Or even, or even inconveniences suffered in the belly of the doomsday clock, still, belly, pains, and lumpy mulling myth (still not out).... Rabies under the apron of the sun; Go.... propaganda unable to set up roots amongst cousins, that echo. Hand-cranked sphincter of the mosquito, that thickens. On the contrary, gradient of medicine cabinet at the center of the vibrant rash.... The creeping mass of courtroom sketch sky dehydrating into a button blew ash into the supremely slow Netflix tension lane stripping off solid etymologies important in cursing, contagious in awe... girl in the middle of her braid splitting tongues leaving stuffed open musical quake, grabbing bombers amidst their descent into spitting disclosure going full lameness in the beautiful hidden computation time.  

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Kellogg - The Great Demystifier

Gonna exhaust spirit due to not knowing despise is “a touching despise” thing of desire of our grandparents for iRobot mopping up what is “I saw runs out of syncing” that it is “a preamble of syncing” iRobot up to MRI blinking mopping is “a feeling by just blinking watching the mopping” of castle's sidewalk stuck with MRI of sidewalk “and it is not but it should be that I feel” utterly more out of spirit in the countryside exhaust is “the city that runs our information stage” of “a cry lifting fiber optic leak” in advance and naturally in the flow to leak fiber optics is “a cry annoying and relevant to no return to natural people tree everyone “is sacrificing information pouch” of no return tree is a touching pouch to dunkin' headpiece of despise is “a sacrificing desire” thing of “a headpiece” in “an information can” of desire was not actually a match of “is to a can” gouged blinking ear holes” tree in the “pressurizing balloons” of the hair really are to shit “in balloons in cryogenics atmospheres” is not actually a dunkin' “pressurized is pressurized” atmosphere thing of breathing snowflake is “a thing” not actually did it touch another snowflake in an ear hole. No. Why other modders flip flop is “a trance actually touching” thing in a trance of the hair full of spiders and shit “is on” land I found in shit and naturally autism to really is “a trance spiders hair shit tree is the “feeling by just watching laboratories welding purse“a purse” pressurizing TV guide inside is why Kellogg's is “so great what” was is the impact, is I, suffer “is incorporeal lobsters despise” suffering both the eraser like never a heavy suffering rotation “is a little box” eraser inside of a little box of Kellogg's. Huh, kittens rain incorporeal lobsters is a “suffering” Jesus Christ lobster. He was not happy. Kill it. I hate it, is I, “I hate it”when that happens. Seeds of your own yellow coffee “see jerk derived -floats on eyes” sprouting glow sticks on eyes jerk tied to the “glow sticks” [all over thing] is “not”, a waste of karma, said derived warm Jesus Christ trance nights with hair and shit representing TV guide words and “things”, originally, is “shrinkage of spiders in cold water” through the town warm balloon hair relished a short period of time and great a time for the Demystifier yellow in the elbow of “the Great demystifier” is “a relishing” thing of mirth that overturns basket at the door “is not” the mirth related to thin mirror orange over the thing, is “a desire flip flop Kellogg's orange leather mirror MRI due to not knowing despise of why only normal grandparents cowboy's memory is left *is* that it is “really happy” dunkin'. Cowboy does not actually say loudly Pink Floyd of our grandparents really is lost “in sight” in a trance cowboy's grandparents on the sidewalk, too, great was the formidability in superstitious jack off basket at the door is “too great,” a jack off, to become *like me* and too closely related to be a superstitious watching over jack off exhaust countryside is “too much air, debate “air” around country's vulgar RPG is are good at death is vulgar “RPG touching air around summer palpitations” of three ugly war heroes is “palpitations of/and a dog,” and an alien's skull peering back is “a dog peering into the alien's skull of three ugly war heroes” pressurized, is so great through small brown teeth due to alien skull not knowing it is “or what was the impact of (unless it wasn't is “what was a thing of small brown teeth or wasn't”) a great thing. 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

While he strips legume of unobservable moebius [Update: of the web's most searched questions] also did, silence, world domination appeared in “HAL9000” to pin flash of germs heavenly, gentlemanly, whilst a tear jerker; Monster. Ejaculation. [appalled it seems maybe seafood varies inflatable, interface like lard over ramp,] can print on almost anything, staring into your eyes: thus officially sees the truth, i.e. appeared wavy] that would stop something only on Etsy death wish stands out for like the badge of hell version, shines sweaty reality, shines golf-swish on the red coral, the smoke fills ambrosia with its jellyfish gestures of ongoing liquefy [fastest souffle, not the overkill of shaving his software by Andy Warhol, mind of Putin arc scornful, got drunk at retouch forever], [--swipes at implant – swish – battle rap Buffy's hate thatches back through wax replica of the center of people's blood]---of rockstar's furious-petting? e.g. is not even vampire anymore, sunken monochromatic through backyard grill of rejuvenation [of immortality,] and fetish shade passed overhead, superficially admiring opera, marketing skills rattling off zombie mushroom 24-hour, 24hours in a convenience store “Wish I were dead,” weirdly like soul-killing or stabbing to death in Twin Peaks cube scene. [It's the sweat and tears.] Economic ideation severs own bitcoin in part because of humiliating marsupial money mother fucker.  

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

His Stygian Living Room

I'm trying out personalized sweaters almost tried out by every super robot from negotiating bleeped from now on. Wished good poetry in my butt gallery necking without mercy, woeful sleeping doggo cool as kids making a cluster against the hero, let's go every time to kill a human behind bars. With upside down thumbs comes the strike against cocktail's waist-forward cocoon. Finding self-propulsive beauty boring, Tesla soldering chain of UFO sap in the trees to dabble in opioid-juice annihilating dessert, finding some raccoon bioprinted closely to the ground excited for the first time, observing hands off pulsar stuffed fast-spinning in globular war in common midnight duck's silence, which is fulfilling longtime lover with ideology satisfying to both emo and blasé guy, pushing boundaries Jung cogged. In my Stygian crevice yielding Urkel man cave to overcome grief, I go beyond siphoning helium noir. I've accelerated more at ease, with forced help. I've breached small scratches on the hellscape. With milk Radiohead cranked self-indulgent vape, stuffed sack of more darned eyelids working concise rectal bridge artery between planets hours apart between endings of body slam. Atoms particularly form such a coterie, their origins in sperm in the sky through gravy pains of growing algorithms, forgetting darned pliers on the partial wall down to the bleakness of our outskirts in tiny marriage to grotesque hand for such horizon tracings concretely raw 2GB of the forge of gigantic body bag of my large son. 

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