That '70s show, you might think, throwing nuts from
the roof Kid Rock in vegan self-cannibalism made a
hot Coco in the toy aisle for his kid to engulf dust
devils that do not even dissolve. In other words, bear-like mantis with strength of a computer-bleached cow
down a spiral staircase Uber with great SNES is on
cannabis, common to unusual permafrost aggravated
mid-stream into sticky Troma comes to everyone's
mind. Shoes on crustaceans can move diagonally on
bellies and on square chips like origami pivot to
the swamp sermons joined at the throat of the
reservoir of the suburbs. To match the best Han Solo
maddening Samsung dawn vexing torrid upside-down
hanging peanut butter is not an indoor portrait hanging
outside! – at the gate mess of purplish matter thrown
pinata-like after falling burnt down fermented super-
booze in the snow ashes mixed with a smile confidentially,
saying, finally the day has come, every dog's face painted
at all the right interstices my uncle got married last year
to his tractor minus realistic rouge head unseen skewered
fedora throughout history all but forgotten by NASA so I'll
kill you myself, voices to match my own head! stir up
with big feet wrestling onto the same snow! saying “I love
sex” entwined combing the twin corals of amateur
hotdog and suspect ruin before the internet, social rascal
with great wisdom on bronze shoulders like the dark
side of the moon in beige marsupial public meltdown
toxically thinks outside the box resurrected to the melancholic
bleating at the drive-in remodeled after the beach's optic
nerve sunk deep into inky changes too faint, in the style
of the world, hint at things alive..... these exist in Devil's
Valley, absent the labyrinths on LSD truth of the sausage
muffled entranced is also incidentally my pun pen pal on
Instagram, the inevitable dog which saved not the I you
can't tell apart not that it is the I am! the world in a cyanide
pill your culinary control exerts over bellend of the ballroom
turned to meet its 'hard core' meet the people I think I do
not know.
the roof Kid Rock in vegan self-cannibalism made a
hot Coco in the toy aisle for his kid to engulf dust
devils that do not even dissolve. In other words, bear-like mantis with strength of a computer-bleached cow
down a spiral staircase Uber with great SNES is on
cannabis, common to unusual permafrost aggravated
mid-stream into sticky Troma comes to everyone's
mind. Shoes on crustaceans can move diagonally on
bellies and on square chips like origami pivot to
the swamp sermons joined at the throat of the
reservoir of the suburbs. To match the best Han Solo
maddening Samsung dawn vexing torrid upside-down
hanging peanut butter is not an indoor portrait hanging
outside! – at the gate mess of purplish matter thrown
pinata-like after falling burnt down fermented super-
booze in the snow ashes mixed with a smile confidentially,
saying, finally the day has come, every dog's face painted
at all the right interstices my uncle got married last year
to his tractor minus realistic rouge head unseen skewered
fedora throughout history all but forgotten by NASA so I'll
kill you myself, voices to match my own head! stir up
with big feet wrestling onto the same snow! saying “I love
sex” entwined combing the twin corals of amateur
hotdog and suspect ruin before the internet, social rascal
with great wisdom on bronze shoulders like the dark
side of the moon in beige marsupial public meltdown
toxically thinks outside the box resurrected to the melancholic
bleating at the drive-in remodeled after the beach's optic
nerve sunk deep into inky changes too faint, in the style
of the world, hint at things alive..... these exist in Devil's
Valley, absent the labyrinths on LSD truth of the sausage
muffled entranced is also incidentally my pun pen pal on
Instagram, the inevitable dog which saved not the I you
can't tell apart not that it is the I am! the world in a cyanide
pill your culinary control exerts over bellend of the ballroom
turned to meet its 'hard core' meet the people I think I do
not know.
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