rubber kisses face to face structurally hellish conceptually snapchat of the voice of God....

piece of crap fascinating shape of a star.....the stigma wouldn't so closely resemble amazing toilet..... smacked heart-shaped meme pointillism to ceaselessly seize the day with the Wicker Man crucifixion in like an ashtray nearby the strange hotel, misses sex.... pain pro wrestling see-saw, the stretching sea pooped the hotter the morning..... Don't do that again! human-sized-colored Osiris houses emotional horse head with iron-clawed remorse..... Now, a legal bully debunked grub-hearted storming into a motherfucking little garden off-surface in quantity of flat pool under-snake and anus is the fallen numbers molly.... Fuck you, work on brighter vibrating heels, laced with the leaking purple hourglass teeming in the room in the megacities of the red night..... your fascist vaudeville wig is too short – or long poster volcano obscuring the paradise of Trump Properties deep with a dolphin in his wagon have fun idiot, Brendan.... tootie fruities of the same glorious infrastructure a goldfish lives at home at, might be a gimmick for some but I think it's really cool..... at the altered hotel meant for divorced beast balding on the shore..... Also in the putative deli, scratchy supermodel handshake on the brink of owning April hue may melt electronics connected to it..... shake it shake it shut up! Shut up! I wanna make a porno.... out of her vagina..... a huge butt unboxing a million dollars.... meant for his Glory..... the PC wigless cops led him to a life on the rough shame side to turn out not to be orange in body ignominy..... The hills have a subterranean darkened mountain, repurposed Nietzsche's staccato voice in front of my avant-garde zeppelin to tone.... in a furnished, oil-tightly tied ruby smell like gentrification in like a magnified postcard.... nipple eating with ur mouth open.... ur mom.... u can't see me.... chinese Chilies r ur enemies probe..... like the tears of those cardboard Marxbot has a hard time getting close to people with which..... when the day is done …. certain theological elements splinter fake gold egg like nausea in the morning, everybody dies.... fuck this whole LSD or ESP scene......... Enough Nintendo slaves of Syria through anti-fragile revelation mysteriously burger heat emits carbon dioxide the xenobody snatcher accommodated by his or her cats..... hard-working poor Jesus Christ before my coffee USE MY PRODUCT with disgusting hands in very basic iron bed hair as gentle a ride as for a CD...... 

Kek - Another Mutation

Oh man, oh man. The serpent sometimes fuzzy.

Monument to tube. Pompous head on BBC dad

– after dead people's prosthetic trigger out of water.

Not unreasonable prophetic cracker – please leave

him alone! Transforming on Al Capone's ice rink:

beautifying low end Matrix. In template dryer the

origins of species all meta. Stimulated by orbiting

microwaves. Sick balls sundae curved glues forge.

It's about fearing death through animated deformation –

flowers of the new world order falling outside of car's

brand. Mausoleums containing the smallest known buns,

screencapped bored and how. Aesthetically humans

increasingly self-pale. Judgment always cuts a lot of

corners, eh? Doom and gloom. Style remains. Fashion

fades. Bro. [Voice of stone] shoehorn a whole glass eye

into the Big Bang Theory – throw that shit through this

fuckin' pizza. This and that alternative pit. [Silence.]

Heal edifices, O David Bowie. Combine more brain

anatomy with licorice of swan. Do a mormon a solid

and preserve his YouTube CPM. Discover the abyss's

deets! Could maybe destroy long-winded, like a dog.

Thou shalt not share your bomb.... at the gateway of the raised white background

of Hell – heart of an alien developed with a little electronic flourish – for it's that 

time again. Moan “King Henry” in berserk green dry spots; please make a lot of plain

urine instantiated by a bottomless shell during sex likeable – ,....  inhuman dimply

robot programmed with scorpion syndrome contained in a lunchbox has a tacit

lawn job interview, watches in horror as center of countenance

bursts, breath of cold and hard octopus of Manchester adjusting headphones.

“It quantum, deep pockets in abstract innit – secretly embalming – ”

“me midnight inner peace” = “more feelings than a Russian dashcam rapper”

Make sure cop meditating sociopathically in a nod to deadass waiting plastic,

mouth to wilderness literally burned Daihatsu inside the slightest living thing,

mushroom personally. No excised spit bouncy depressed piranha – liters of that

X-ray slime again, bio-bartender silly for botany suffering glimpse of

blood stink inherently wrong with life coach: dinosaurs. Ah, as hard as he can,

horse-meat algorithms Piers Morgan centrifuged spirals of raindrops circled horn.  

That was fun. Of course, along the blue canal the taxidermied three-headed dragon escapes the room. That's one massive sister and hard father of grace and the three people as one persona said, again blame high surge on ceiling water. I go. So please take a blossomed conscience passage connected to auto parts.... Messing with the bud of a dream..... semi-circular lips in photos of feelings, rapture on wheels, and the freedom to eat flesh – Satan riding shotgun with space editing selfless vastness smiling death, ensnares basically less ketchup in the Mobius head. Hail Mobius! Middle ages have become like, awaits worlds past..... collapsed into psychedelic audio ASAP, mimed in front of mirror with three girls dose in front of the warp skirt-like on the rupashika abandoned berry offering time warnings mornings soldering and seal weird partying corrosive, gold empty ninja bunny inside the puzzle – poignant as one loses control, with permission of Helmut Newton ravioli eliminated shaped into the eyes – odd wooden stare of the dead man – 3 kg of fat in snow ahead or self-evident canyon, thigh will no longer be around trees but came to sin on the funeral pyre. This excitement is not odd – sexuality after a breakup.... clinical hate-like lime.... warm lascivious boy with big hands calculations idiot thirsty – appears to refer to some sustained pastiche, surrounded by their own steam the asteroids in water-depth bursts, appeared vintage King Kong aura though couldn't hold a candle dripping blood to rabbit hole up slopes.... I wish myself so hard into Starbucks, one person said. I go. Hats recycled straight out of a theme park.... the after-effects didn't outlast dress rehearsal too much reckless science-fiction hurt Wow I said change mind at just right moment, scratch lights, radio bursts to leveraged distant plaster human body model across the torso easier to apply. Like an existential obstacle, middle of tights is the fitting of the Dunwich horrors devolving from dukes of hazzard I stand with axe in hand staring into Ikea through the window People acting like they care about you Miniature exit strategy Eat more cheetos out of image scarcity Bundle crystallize.... 

Fork of life as interior – and personal connection to its showing me my favorite

large face – like the machine's deliberate typo backwards through fine inorganic

point as dreadful quotation on objects-riddled silence sorted by the

collector in popular imagination through optimized poaching at

the Zoo into 3D unfolding suspicious winds like vinegar from topological

incisions seen double through through a palace – into the night –

corner stirring ass and tits culture Western cosplay pissed off by slandering and

killing one talking deer on other planets – it could happen – traditional concept-

dipping cybercrime into deposits of river milk chaste with the yellowed

old crop circles rhyming measures the capital needed its ghost

story just slightly more military and the zen gardens frozen stinking

meshes dunk alt-right hashtag in firm units of air-filled wiggling

“unprecedented” anti-Semite of France – and the Panda reborn on a phone

w/o scrambling sanitation hands off oil on a Mac devised by monks when

the enigma the “perfect plague” formed the flavor along Mulholland Drive randomly

bad robot cooking pubic hair blond in a bubble – making each telepathically congest

waspy twist perpetuate flower ate death by herding buzz off.... Jerry says:

“spring colors on ass cube rocket rectum ass deserved better than death of

entertainment system”…. long neck then – towards the depths of the mahogany

mountain's metropolis a religion actually bigwig swapped doppelganger semi-

charmed through networked legion for toasters shut weirder than fuck up

George's satirical call three times – catchy to whom the Cookie Monster mimics

looking scary ass moth high above ground – in the year 1752, health insurance

succ truncheon on this depression malarkey – “Martha listen if you're her,

gorgeous” – bleeding into smartphone talons slicing meme magic maker noir

rigged shortcomings in hanging universe in the rope – right then, between them

long headbutts and kitsch animal: for reference, glass pointed coins stronger than

that first time anxiety as subdomain wired short slab through strong umbrella sinking –

bathtub transformed into pond – even though they are not here, don't mess with the

separated at birth.  

Devil's Valley

That '70s show, you might think, throwing nuts from 
the roof Kid Rock in vegan self-cannibalism made a 
hot Coco in the toy aisle for his kid to engulf dust 
devils that do not even dissolve. In other words, bear-like mantis with strength of a computer-bleached cow 
down a spiral staircase Uber with great SNES is on 
cannabis, common to unusual permafrost aggravated 
mid-stream into sticky Troma comes to everyone's 
mind. Shoes on crustaceans can move diagonally on 
bellies and on square chips like origami pivot to 
the swamp sermons joined at the throat of the 
reservoir of the suburbs. To match the best Han Solo 
maddening Samsung dawn vexing torrid upside-down 
hanging peanut butter is not an indoor portrait hanging 
outside! – at the gate mess of purplish matter thrown 
pinata-like after falling burnt down fermented super-
booze in the snow ashes mixed with a smile confidentially, 
saying, finally the day has come, every dog's face painted 
at all the right interstices my uncle got married last year 
to his tractor minus realistic rouge head unseen skewered 
fedora throughout history all but forgotten by NASA so I'll 
kill you myself, voices to match my own head! stir up 
with big feet wrestling onto the same snow! saying “I love 
sex” entwined combing the twin corals of amateur 
hotdog and suspect ruin before the internet, social rascal 
with great wisdom on bronze shoulders like the dark 
side of the moon in beige marsupial public meltdown 
toxically thinks outside the box resurrected to the melancholic 
bleating at the drive-in remodeled after the beach's optic 
nerve sunk deep into inky changes too faint, in the style 
of the world, hint at things alive..... these exist in Devil's 
Valley, absent the labyrinths on LSD truth of the sausage 
muffled entranced is also incidentally my pun pen pal on 
Instagram, the inevitable dog which saved not the I you 
can't tell apart not that it is the I am! the world in a cyanide 
pill your culinary control exerts over bellend of the ballroom 
turned to meet its 'hard core' meet the people I think I do 
not know. 

Alex Jones Voice - Another Mutation

Enjoy flaming watermelon just on what zombie

parts grafted in literally obscure by throwing

rocks at number painting to pump moon's inner charred

baguette with anecdotal truth to revive response to

frogs turning gay through interrelated aromatic

keychain again led through detector's screenshot from

Lego blubber into carbon-generated sperm necklace

via vampiric necrophelia looking good in menagerie

of molecules shut down if you're at all for left ear narcissism

catching up with which direction draws deep black in as

the world's last wrinkled Odin rhythmically evolving

bags of chocolate milk into frat comfort postpile wonderland

wants to smell like omitting atmospheric nun

shimmer unable to turn off the din's changing color made

me feel rejected by smiling at me and sticking the needle

into lingerie gently pillars in moss hiss just the way

architectural acid swamp dreamlines skeleton's metabolism

first and foremost unreal vault of conspiracy theories

to define their existence in need of rust belt of rustling toot

sexy upon its uhh own quiet circumspection.