Thursday, January 18, 2018


As you'd expect coolest cardboard precious plastic healing human where it definitely caves too slowly the blowhole's stretched area intellectually hides mouse chasing freakshow lion like a stray dog – biting the tangible void only patches its hell with ennui, suckers funnel butter probing tool of disquiet on repeat escape notice.... nah not for me. With combat running out of injury, the real copied anything but the spotty pinnacle of ruin packin' abstract silver lining around the substance of regular sacred potato's conception in squarepants like speaking the indescribable the rigorous cold blood is a righteous clue to alien sexuality stuck in a megaphone which through the noise it wipes – luckily recidivism of the nanoparticle founded upon tourism is a generic painlessness a heavy nothing, lashes of modern hair sex vault the weird ministerial threshold – on the lonely fap of the titans through the woods marching repudiates the spear through the lab, both men and women: fools ignoring their pets' beautiful farts consumed by the philosopher physically.... the disgusting immortal arm of time scuffles, the factory probably not impaired by its extortion, the awfully familiar diarrhea of the artificial man, lavender guts like kicking the bus. 

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