Understand
that vocal fry purges boneless Paul McCartney thrown at u.
Sprouts
a relative tiger, with nothing like digital arms sluicing Scooby-Doo
out of it.
Crayola-licking
lab rats (on meth) spit mysterious VR salt – the
damage
Atari drawn TSA ass fart mutating
through
environmental changes on forums which replica laser sinks into
fresh
from the manga Bayer air X-Men superfluous as designer algae.
I
know supervillain banality in the Bertram video fallacy and corndog
architecture's
pop-up
Brutalism as a foam in handcuffs throbbing swarmed shrimp's helmet
gnosis
password-animated
a while.
Shit
when it's pure DIY postmortem, weave its disjointed echo smooth under
a
microscope – bionic picnic jeans monk by the tragic 3D printing
flex concealed
mourning,
his goblin socket uplifting gross bread in Kellogg's Freudian
graffiti
feverishly
spiteful like a Ponzi opera's darkest secret....
faintest
screaming recaptured in Maxim extensions by alien donut enabled
psychoactive
upwind BFF a razor-curbed sixth finger.
Of
course, no crowdsourced golf course cozying with neo-Nazi urine
injection
or a
nuclear reactor's trashier lemonade
on a
hero's wannabe mannequin pebble facial structure, in the devil voice
artist's
milk-filled
carton, hiding under the tombstones-
no
fucking way.
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