The
zombie's tragic accident with which detonator
its
butthole gained a different arthritis high resolution,
narrowing
the mall multiverse by a slaying terrible at bagels,
knots
air, at random skeletons, rolled bald high onto the
dispersion
of locations, less acceptable bubbles from
clubbing
baby seals than from mere handling with human hands,
Soviet-style
delving the abandoned wastes of rodent equality in
my
fire-breathing mobile home, its burps nail flowers,
and
that the prostitute with me is a Pokemon is not a factor,
a
post-apocalyptic marionette, a carcass heavier from eating
the
dead space before it, gymnastic cattle that can only be
decapitated
impractically, in the adjoining kitchenette.
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