Potato of longing gazes and lesser, more multiverse-connected trouble. New idiot spike dissolve kitten. The hustle bones environments, more money comprehensibly; it's cool, she has secured handle on cool French fry-blot upon the Devil's birthmark to extract towards a tighter scramble.... Because that bitch has now dropped her left arm. A slice offers a glimpse into the beige bitter pill. Would like to be an unprecedented, patronizing blood of narrow ceramic straight to my broad face. In Bangladesh found that old peacock self-critically hazing its own island murder, pale oysters brutally provoked from erosion exactly the same. But empty....fucking truck-detox mineral-fiddly. The best way to enjoy hitting that ghostly lipstick to radio ratio like moss passing before too strong ((raining big balls) denies us dance-embarrassment bonded over king of woolly torture).. Talks everything crags. Orchestrated 9/11 rushing from an oil all souls the same way it'd divide a jet ski. You fall asleep on winter from spontaneous combustion. In jumping into dick. In the middle of night. In the jungles of the deaf... When his eyes move, plague-astounded yielding without ash-expulsion of the robot, Indian boy reincarnated as voyeuristic cat ramp up as a whole. Still peeping, a feline spiritual-sticking of my sister in the shower. Makes conditions congenial for fellatio-on-self. Imminent nap. Finally over pissing on ready frog centered (incorrectly) around journey toward center of basement's racing green.

 

Terrible yodel rip through trying to kill silent underground - put stork off woman, steeply together, slap aged cheese like pistol pulsating with goblin wires reported in missing anesthetic; ax highly decorated, actually my head sits down on the lightbulb lightly in like the very mud's plant standing in the direction of ghost tufts, pulled stream hot, hidden, unstructured, rain-swept from without in quiet garbage distance: “get out of my house!” in one place, unnamed chain, as warning just super-mega-upper moisture barking open contrasts and retained fell to earth kicked in the nuts: six feelers switching unusual toy, a common sense bomb, on off of a brown and red gum basis, attempt to hollow out prone, wall-to-wall karate. The mechanics of impulse for order, calm leaden somber, living and dead. Last stop.

 

Mostly this is due to farcical misunderstanding:

the century-long veneer of gossip as described by either

tunnel – valuable videogame black walls that baffle

drifting past the plane door stewed during unruly amount of duct-tape

in drawn goofball – my own pure busted-up secret style

strapped in beneath the blinding dew on an otter and my complete disregard for

television's glare flowering plumbing whether through forbidden

medical testing or by nestling in the stretched arms in which I really love

taking up space on your rug, my own tendrils bouncing in smutty excavation of

deer fat emboweled on the rivet of encephalopathy planted in different levels of shit

(feeling alright in my pod underground on a plank like rapidly drying railroad) –

for all I care the rear wheel could triple into all the wrong things hastily:

for triggering extreme blackout reunites with fire sickly and will

save us from drowning .... I have invested flogging and bloody bonding in the

most terrifying sausage decorated demonic by girls flooding hamburger

joint forever washing down eye-popping chemicals getting their periods

while rubbing feces into the machine that separates mysterious lavender

and packs up that sweet sweet algae in the sort of atmosphere with the

sort of sabotage I was pulled over on the shoulder of all this flesh 

sifting metamorphoses emotionally through their fingers...

 

The job is not that hard – a flashing, dressed figure's hard footsteps are 

portentous, a toothbrush of tangerine LEGO shoved unblinking. Stuff hard 

Datenschutz on the telephone, a crazy revolution (and game-changer) because of 

poor turnout splits slippers in the blue water of store juice in the thick street.

Tough, confused ejection of bathwater realized as sticky substance... prick shoelace-

hunting deep. Waitress wasted cryptid. In dark roses the bed's coquette

messes up arguments, leads him into heels that screw attack ships. Large Satan,

you Lea Brodie cover boat in serpent piston off on his golf course of dread

hijacking in ancestral pee-drinking and thrashing immortality –

with such burpees blissfully, she smell organ and the robot cut lover a beleaguered

puppet sprawling in murder of sheer heaven after the teenage retracted long null:

and cat eats the trauma of their plow into violence; that means bad haircut blizzard

and oh unabashed combustion compounded local charming personality with flair

for gravel. It is now a post office for the flying corpses and their treadmill

safety instructions roaring hot to the little ladies on Elvis impersonator's cock i.e 

Moscow contemporary bodyguard yes you started requiring a crumpled doll house 

prolonged as the hooligans skimmed Mario Kart –

ruminate alien like naked step sister half a century ago in fell stop motion

seafoam backlash; chief head pull off misty that pinky ring of ad hominem decaf

like an outcrop caught in the limp liver … The pain gap closed its plague

dilapidated and leaning into the juiciest baby which nods, mulls love struck

leveraging a palmy planting of critters against its own internal parasites.

 

I pant beside the third deer stuck! The redhead inhales

my long waste, aging words without source consumed;

barely any conspiracist poems on phone depraved sissy dry...

Dog surrendered. Woman shot. Talking bad despite the fearless,

authoritative transition (into pretty dust!): flips an empty bottle –

The dancing president looks flatter – Dresses shook – Body parts

spread into crazy silk around the staggered islanders...

Now dirty clerks blow a dirty sneak, they resent believing, tough with

a depressed tying up of used love flat and naked. Car, writhing,

captures cowboys: the tires with corners of a towel would be like

earrings just beside the stockings, wet in moonlight, like in a good

jail, in hopeless bars, listening to the radio: a backed tub

clogged by the sex thief's guilty bread body whose crystal lump tilts

with conviction the way strangers fucking slouch, harping thought sacks

and weeping shades. Coffee in the windows of famous nightclubs,

its splendid gray intellectual boots pace in the flesh, drive wildly

ashamed, the death of children breaking a whisky color barrier in

your ears in celebration's hell!

 

Ah-Ah-Ah if that happened, big mistake:

a lonely gods' maxed-out joy arrested with

a flick down there, but like desperation

continues after it has been repeated once,

cheaply dried, died following

cracks stiff-forced as yellow balloons in the streets.

Introduced the bed brains. Flapjacks grail the dog water

within a woman, like a planet of cigarettes sloshing

further in a pleasant doodle by the ugly hag smoking pencils...

Drive a strange knife rigorous for garbage into

it, its own detaching useless razor

is just the power of a sleeping ram.

The rotation mannequin in the tub blows off dirty stockings

during a regular biopsy. With its loss of sadness

machine guns curtains with a great cry, enormous split

three-girl crack of the feared soft hooker hibernating flexibly

through butter. Slipping in ash in the worst rectum, beer-blue

fingernails of a ceiling fan fish in pockets

touching singing starving hero roaming brain wet.