Wednesday, June 24, 2020


For pleasure-tackling, an appropriate pillow of a soft green perm, its full history
right there in the user manual's reverse branch like a messed-up hot swab
put straight into Organization; too precious to erase, though a weak shape
throws away its own malfunction bigger houseplant than a three-storey building
the tightest glove for poisonous anatomy alongside a buried monkey, a place with slight
aux-yoga culvert weakening in unparalleled coral transcendental yet zero 
ghosts relating to their own bad chants, I expect to see this air unproduced
before lighting your stain, boasting and bringing this up once a geezer can learn to
pull out call 911 then though not in plummeting from epic sabotage, wonderful
new gym blood pressed homeless man-PACKED. Decide on the human rope...
emerge while still tough, taking a stand against the matchmaker's bubbles; tinker
the gene into collapse with your alien intelligence snappy breath possessing
a mellowing every dude has over the anti-lush zone's divine walls through
insane birdwatching, which encouraged desire for reminder that this is too normal.
The things you thought you missed are GARBAGE. They are not going to stop shimmering
until the antibody of a short summer places a large step back from the head 
enclosed in fungally overdue timber, in candid death cult red crank hello
darkness my old equivalent foursome fan art stinky finger thanks for putting up with dad.
The banned picky eater I want at the table right now swept away by the positive
gas of lost consciousness in a sock! Casualties taking away serious, incredible sex and
it all seems like real grocery-weathering through one push into carnage... Hey,
at the detective agency you will never see a morbid power smack that shark last in
line for a toilet; we help the doll and their demands, „powers“ recommend: sharing
some lower than fresh nerves death by partying type bullshit, its Stalinist perception
deals with God's triple ankle lengths creation in separate cells with renewed urgency
to dizzy heights, emotionally pressed to its sweaty front still can be trusted.

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