Many tears turned out pear-shaped. Sandman handled map

of women's long jump melting its plop. Ooze in tight 

arrangements somersaulted the comic cunt lower and lower 

and UP... Now up to and around the gas station's pox-existence, 

the swamp master's point of pessimism grounds into skeleton 

color without the need for thieves who broke the jaw's doggy 

blade in a mesmerizing ache: her personal touch sealed bird's 

bill like a steamboat. To console boutique turd with its call is 

to live twice, sword-filled with its hatred. The king of the Jew 

stepped out of the power plant in robot suit. It loves human 

sacrifice. Risk fire's wrath ignited in the casket. Mostly pivot 

the widow to the sensitive gym. Pal, the fun begins... 

Merry dragon reading tea leaves get my secret. Bomb manga-

scarred beige: the oil concentrate on a springboard dead. 

Thrilled to see many many foul moons, closed eyes wrestle soap. 

Exercise water pile-up up up and spurt! Fly from Uranus real 

yummy. Yet what actually happened: your fault. An absolute 

Loomer narrowly heat asshole's spurious soul, make a funny 

sound, a wild embryo's hepatitis zooming around the room... 

finally transcribe a rotten apple's escape from architecture of 

fundamental prison. Hey no printing on toilet paper here. 

Black from outer space. No fishing of audio. No town.