Water
at the intersection of tunnels made of licorice, glacial muscle
sprained
by
Adam Sandler in a dust devil seemingly extended from obscure
chemistry.
A
glitch in his Amazon gift card eventually capturing Mr Coffee
execution-style;
VHS
antennas along the planet's cave touching vegan space.
In
the Mortal Kombat sex position downloading a symbol akin to
a bad
kid's mind control, self-destructs nauseated by the bakery felony.
Blood-soaked,
she gives long pauses in Prada id saying
sorry,
what do you mean?
Aimless
demon heels leap, as hell rain slides into your DMs
stereotyping
psychedelia's livid tendencies –
the
funerary memory a carbon eat-athon, the river fragmented
in a
crippling aerial shot...
The
lackluster sinner dragged along sexily is alright,
would
hack the sofa again until shame puts a hat on this snare.
A
giant gathering on his own milk. Passive fucking all day.
The
toxic avenger grabbing Genghis Khan's plastic bag like
a
cheerful monster pulling a kitten out of a tree.
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