Will sit there on the lawn and stare. Also familiar nap after sick boxing,

stiff arm of idol every couple of hours like dead spots or gibberish,

bad science wrinkle. But anyway, sexually tangential nerves pinch bum –

and seems to of Sailor Moons friendship goals horror. Was back cutting into

the impossible, a grey contagion for Windows 10 snaps no closer to rank brain

already upgraded, soon penchant for nostalgia in observation of ants.

Made to do well, not interested in new look, if like himself is as it is,

on the head, in that he once ran from such a computer simulated world --

resurgence of despair, clamshell He-Man even without pretense, touching

vending machine all Uncle Joey-infused, paradoxes of the slack timeline,

provocative truck plug as fuck, which the eye unveils, funny, in rather

lean, insufferable vampire cells et al.... Or take the same woodblock and

pleasure treatment? 38 year old adult male fantasy is the miraculous,

magical landfill's skimmer through same portal to leave gorilla nebula, form

given Illuminati bloop 100 million users source same elevator pop

up and desire, which kermit haunted mud, and in motherfucking methane

tenderness the rim disclosed with magnetic self-revelation of Buster Keaton into

own Don Draper of the area