Handing the ass to her draws it pegged from an instrument.
I make myself crazy before the salt changes shape.
Throwing up sauna pus in the rain, she has weeks to think
about this.
Giant squid chops not including a cord should be good.
But the cortex is gonna be great, neurotic and aggravated.
And soda pop frazzled in a little killing.
Cornball antimatter handed my ass back in a little Matrix.
Professionally manic, loose DNA in a spot of dopamine.
A pretty monumental flower of the bird beak.
Pervert pet-owner fingerprint tremors brush her buddy like
three dudes.
I’ve never met rubber showing themselves a human in the
shadow of shoegaze.
In the bone cloud of a rainbow wedgie massacre, her doll man
looming by himself.
Why not moving chemicals polluting donut hair.
Stop-motion switchblade of the supermarket Mad Hypnotist.
Earlobe cum CGI baby-eating the charming Guitar Hero.
Maybe a TV remote unveiled the hedonistic rotunda of TSA
ass.
Burning beer cans in a mirror ball dumb gestures down to
a superficial train.
Separation with a spaghetti pole involves a fox hunt.