Self-image infected by the prayer of the giant corpse.

The not really sinuous samurai sword. In the

cloth bag in which I lived in the museum. Fanged boys

playing on blonde energetic pony. Bundle heads

up rat poison tract together. Involving jumping on and

out. Transgressed symbol for war on drugs which

mules'd promptly've ousted. Skeptical of their doppelganger.

Order embraces the bottomless ground. The fight over

musical resemblance to bronze mask of stick

woven with glands around soft foul cheese. A

tiny piece of the copied surveillance video. With

my mouth. Need to one handedly've hinged. Username

longer than the rest of the night. The pumpkin which

pulled off few last group sex club crib moves falls

on the dildo. The airplane is the same thing. An

ice cube he set himself in. Entwined with needlework.

Big as a dark spot. The animal trade channels a

parched doll with enough room in your ass!!! Sucks

even for the deaf children pissing shit per Dating Advice

in extremely modern Led Zeppelin. Overturned.

To've equaled people that are over the moon.

For Mr. Rogers. Might not've liked fate of The Lamb

of 3894 Software Positions holding asses.

He doesn't defer to demons with long hair.

Shares more with the arms of the raven. Burglarizing

same event. Post-t-shirt-mongering. Cursing. Hurled.

Random. Lowest. One. Eye. Most. Gun. Shift and

the other with just the odd log lady nuance quake

gentleman's fart back inside cunt knight kidding

coolly carouse sniffing psalms white (reusable alien

stupid shit seem perversely to've grown on you in a nice

way ...Okay...?) Annoyance like non-violent poetry

descending on dog exercise hate group microcelebrity

for fun is a go: what do funny parents do for fun?

The myth of walls bleeding from poly-platform cuttings

of girlfriend's horn slippery with body roll in greater

appreciation for dung-washed men. The sex sorcerer.

Literally like a christmas tree. Rotting meat.

Contrasts sticks' lasting orange gashed lawn impression.

Dogmatically sucking liquor. The Black Death works

best in a hot vehicle. Be savage. Get a boner. Quickly

fade: you may want to fuck up even the standard

anomaly. Start a subtraction. Oh, whose ideas

about the; waffle seen curbed proximity factor

expanded drag racing gigolo optimism with

the mind but as far as his thoughts about temporal

world were concerned didn't care. On all sides soaked

leaf. Bell. Head. And know this: a visible Tupac scaled

Honda up nervous system with the good stuff of

dementia creeping towards Beatle song through flawed

harsh food art clicks of the alchemist handling her

TV's washed sticky umbilical-burning musk so as to

get a lot more than you bargained for for suffering from

a short dog workout nor, by extension, a breeze

suckin' nothing in material pain blurring music video

debut about strongman drowned and whirlwind chugged

and disease contracted through domination. Memories are

so good. In the bath. Sculpt. Disheartened monsters. Seed

metal of romantic bleach. Skinny. However magic.

Relieves the gradual void dropped into by more than

having sex with family getaway machine killer I've had sex

with phat ominously with whom in secret into the mouths

of memes I skimp on salty womb-as-prison vivisection (but

are actually; that which fixed spiny grape human's hot

expansion to the line between tree man syndrome and

competitive eating with bonds that make post-coital dysphoria

look flashy.