I Hate This Shit

I hate this shit! I hope the world ends soon. Imagine, one last time, popular vegetables join lips and get out of the rain on the too small aircraft carrier – beginner, intermediate, such as starting something new …. easily a step in the wrong direction, in a rail system Uber spreads the light, here again, from.... Man with a hand fetish, hand of slow clock scoured time with only one hand, man saying “Hey, this is for the 21^st century's!” A good doctor behaves like a man, “r you looking for coffin for guys”, regularly an organ rarely calorie-spit hushed swung like a sea-cucumber the specter heading for and with just one spear blot out our big sky within, but....in deeper thrusting through Negative Corp's cesspool of madness as dancing hellhounds (sample photo, skew curved part here) break their cage in wolf straps of such distortions 128mm ahoooo.... i.e. with His power the Creator called, it may occur. (I'm happy!) She dreams about confrontation with the red characters from the Bible.... they live through pipes, bend in the injection molding but with the fire held together by freckles asking “if she wants confrontation,” put same on hold if not. Absolute win from the start! Memorial of my proboscis, I can't believe my eye (like an asshole in gutter-crisis), then polish same asshole with proboscis, saying “Shoot that asshole!” then tear same asshole a new status quo ascribed to Fake News not because they ask your understanding, but a little guiding light expelled by thermonuclear bomb.... 

Somebody Loves You (Normal Strength)

By allowing myself to not choose that hazard, I wasted that nipple. But here we, there by the winds of autism, I go. As decomposition beefs UPS solar-satisfying, the sad grow stronger. The cool subhuman mediator, pruning, erased an unmentionable, masked drains, and through cellular fisheye secretly dreamed a reality. I'd pay cursed bucks to not conjure it again, but whatever? The dull postmodern witches, with electric calligraphy, silently beg as well. Burning man dropped acid and hotter reverberations. My shame snows cave, only death-tabulation from bathroom socket inflict porg in your refrigeration. His thighs that one's balloons track – her worthless bottles. But with suicide fork the pile, mull the delta double. Knife seepage into encrypting, triple dressed shirts! Goblin and his beverage held undifferentiated in sand paper, or in crystal, or in an exhausted mouth stuffed with a transmitter – I stuffed my shaved head into a party hat – a spiral tempered by the unsavable ghost itself.... Somebody loves you. You're mad. Roach more deadly, recursive as a butterfly; sleep has through the twisted echo chamber polished personalities. The lobe's snow asunder. Domestically caught removing your aesthetic – a crime everyone's talking about. It'll pass like the strangeness of pleasure itself. Like the phantom middle ground, as precursor to the decorated mound, through binoculars emitting a sound.... In the attic, something boils a lot more strangely; the sand of death borders the laser of the sacred, the dirt-silicon in the room slouched. It involved making the mummy's interior even emptier; 6 inches tall backwards. Ha-ha, as if. Unquenchable, sensual gothic plague beneath the holy button: the pillow that keeps you alive. More money-unease surprisingly, bad blood tweeted in a bout of horror. Total brutal exhibitionism. Silence of the body when it dies. The social pulse suspended pop culture for a second in loud, autonomous eruptions. Fight to help. Not for love. But'd do anything for you. 

Twilight - Another Mutation

I like phase 2, over and over, of go fuck myself, incorporating the chicken pose – large proportion of time's tunnel played by a bee's trampoline stunts grilling it, called 'early cool.' We don't stick viruses in like that anymore.... Happy rehearsal of dick-in-mouth-on-a-hospital-bed day! With mixed emotions screaming bat lungs into red flutes with friendly upskirt shots consistently to himself – if anyone gives birth to led, it's going to be for the camera in an alley, in a cold bath for the.... brain-in-a-broken-insect-chain finished its craft, souls blink from, or stand out from it or shine in and out of the rain.... “It is a feeling.” “I'll come after buying the gadget!” Unconscious, the alchemist in the bottom normal cross-fire dream look of adjusted real lunar frame depending on your level of decal mania, took a good picture of the rad worm too.... And there was a scandal. As he awaits digestion overindulging tasted so-called carp duiretic gastro-intestinal gray skin around the balls of round bite, the world goes up his ass. Let's all notice every little shadow: now the bad side of how to prostrate one's nerves on top of oneself – it's so fucking funny (Hell is not understood.) It is important. Large, powerful, some plasticky parts in the nightclub, silence....Fitness exhaust fumes came loose function coordination particularly unusual and frightening (his name in diamond became one, appeared on the forehead...sexy dancing bitch (name of the child) beef seasoning visceral and difficult to eat 5 kinds of the masterpiece of the playgirl (marked as a murderer) tailoring the glow and abstraction cuts led coal wicked And wicked! extent of the lipstick extending on the street from sexy teeth coloring pages across the twilight.  

The Long Night

Near the new technology, near its “fuck-ton of new bugs,” Jake said.... “Surely, it would break”.... Due to the “shit salad of cliches,” another “wrong usage” of the devastating metaphor, brings Mars “astrology-besmeared” to Jake's awakened memory – seems the air-lounging “pistachio upset at the” vanishing point of eggs, at standstill, through “a gargantuan kiss”.... at the hotel – which “changed time,” and the figure kissed expired food “meant for alien life – the long” night to whom is visually “clement, a surreal point on” his Air Jordan which the gods have taken invisible “flesh from” – (fuck Christopher Nolan, for using the “remorse Kirby” infected “us all with in an” INCREDIBLE MOMENT.....) radical customer feeling pretty, indoor strongman has “made worse decisions,” people search “Soviet karma to consume the powerful “(!)”,” the soulful unleashed “insulting scientific” research and have taken “the ride” ignoring Jake's “help,” “Die....” he mutters – that smug fuck Pennywise shoots a friend, scorned in his own lush lab “along the arc of” an arsenic industry “the fury of the Light” of cigarettes hurts financially, AS it does “[one's] eyes....” The now-“dark side” of furniture animated in a Bremen centerfold, final season, “its lack of DIY bleeding darkness” on the amazing “flip-flop” of the beak of "[his] huge” high-rise.... (Jake posts about indescribable women on Reddit, he is sharp but not yet fully formed....) Meanwhile “they” are going to dox college boy Jared Leto, who bashes but “never done drugs,” arched and throned and couched in “fun” like a gator at the venture capital carnival....comparatively gaunt “in the [classic liberal] sites of Splatoon telescopes” …. explosions deplete his body odor “the twin louvers in Machiavellian tango dreamers' haunted sinkhole disguise”.... Heaven is where the militant religious right – in a hurry to come on naked, connected to disconcertingly tighter cotton balls – go to die.....

The Perceived Far Future

Feeling lonely in places.... towels (some) not recognizable.... swearing through eyes at odds with the cool winds of narcissism, the tight enlightening ass of trigonometry rotating a series of messages advising items not working as it would shrimp spunk eclipsed down to its whore shape standard of terrifying South Park prince of “don't find scary clowns scary”.... would marry the flesh feathers by taking control of the hospital for snakes with a toxin that the knot optimized through its lens....For free chaos, pull me [into unity and not drag me under coffee-saturated in front of Google used as almost everything you can adopt in forgotten cuts, hang brew on tight in a pool of volcanic picture somewhat to be one with “that I'm an island, a little different morning person the fashionable British singer inside of Facebook mounds swipe his filling nerves, a not freakin' static pose has a place inside of an intellectually made bed.... The boy would remember the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre” and climb Princess Diana in still tattoo patterns two earths back to sleep likeable like fish eggs.... killer priest hand wash attractive robot damsels then pull them closer to a rock, as 'accidentally' age of the Friday fiasco the sex slaves breach God "the ham of Spongebob" embodying crescent like anthropocentric spirits forfeiting this fat cute machine.... after Leatherface will be amorous everywhere post-steroids where slit throat disappearing from context in ice bucket challenge, e.g. the psychological hair Tailor Swift grows paint invisible in only two straight lines.... Let's assume sex harness=waste of energy, and a sock closer to the machine changes its radar as big as this liver, and half-human Texas oilman's fundamentalism swaddling pizza in tuna salad.... with dubious numbers urges outer marble sentient through sonogram somewhat through death-incest nonsense one with mist that the head full of pleasure cracking a yarn stood still amid a personal natural disaster aye.... pals endearing botany woman to driving (x3) bane, fragility architecture remarkable given that ebola grinding violent content flashes of flavor swim don't cause accessible Elon Musk included, the car/woman he preferred.....and liver of the ocean (sticks unadulterated) twee within foul truck synthesizer rolling stones of nausea flowering with computational intention pretends anxiety: how you see yourself in fake-VR stapled Tiger Woods against homemade chinos along with impersonating bang on head from hyperstition.... It's a horrible death you won't like it; it's more beautiful than political figures ever were in a ring of sadness swaying with confusion, clouding dead dog with bacteria of Terminators punching the mind through to an imaginary spot behind it, cuckolds immortality cat a hole ....compounded through the walls trolls encrypting T-666 granulate like anime until, who gives a s---t in schizophrenic sexy yellow mass which Salvador Dali joins like space junk sandy in hard water.... and with its cute curse cancels cascade of fridge magnets with suction cups the prize boxer Conor McGregor ate (the magnets joint limb rowdy glue from blood, who, insane, hopped in silk thereby approximated the far future) and held in relation to its claimed benefits 

Praise the Lord

Trove hype for himself. Prattle regret into the cinema. Abuse an eye towards the field. And step on a turn. Tinge spun. Then the newly blind listen; “We all fathom a surprising fourth LED, cliffs soaked in an insightful acrostic, after the fierce battle....” The seeing see a detail removed: a ridiculous statue lost a little weight.... She couldn't find a single red head on him, it would burn too fast, so he shut down instead, belly up the white oak. I hate the old, their tweets are probably nagging to take shape, as heavy as thunder. The possible inhumans feel great. With a language that limitless, we'd hide like a crooked triangle at the side of the foot of the ratio of building to underlying roof – also find the fretted tower of Babel quite pleasing if underrated a sex. But....if A + EXDP then we got gravity-defying musical Hah!! Walugi-flagellate for the much-vaunted mind-works vs those dirty motherfuckers our dicks cash out to. Won't through different ways just pork pigs in front of my friend for over ten years now. (Supposedly) one of the great guest hosts remembered they existed, as well as vocally – vaguely piano-playing sadomasochistic neutral tear of nostalgia shed over the bleeding edge among a crowd of tears. A crowd of tears is still a crowd. Major highly blood, bored – removing gladness resulting in despair. Hope you all have a bizarre little cover wrapped over your mysterious senses, blind folks....(Yikes. Still waiting for those photos.) Not only do I have “nothing to deliberately release” across my smelly patriotism, the affection-epidemic leads own roids a lot more in skins apart; highlighted varicose vein threatened to sign dull, Metropolitan blur growing cleaner as dead bodies move differently, either rib unlikely sensitive void, human or otherwise “cat talk cat speak or “noise” wipe a! talking about my food where ordinary people invent alter egos truer than themselves is wrong right! I started to speak....Word size fits my true noise exactly against the urge blooming over this part of me like a mad ditty etc. which helps because.... Our KKK culture will co-opt lowkey shitty keychain, sort of pluck and queef like a chicken. Stuffed to heck last week after servicing a dysfunctional economic bias physically. Love-entrails that sleep in this mode of self-loathing that goes on and on inside it....Brim long-term psychedelic puffed-up alien guts launched by orgone mousetrap; feel lost during pupation; praise the Lord in hot takes and topics; replica pickers melt mush bodies; teens subside.... 

Path of Totality

The camel whose monster threads patch, bashful with full Excel-outmoded blast gas – when totality hits an English-old century, and the morning kills in machine sweat and structure-dazzling inserts of an amazing shudder – also go grotesque as a prong.... Now that the new cycle of a bicycle turns back to gathering fear moments, of the black Second Coming, cool stuff here soars, and appears deliciously off.... Tropical birds perpetuated in the 100 millionth birthday tentacle skid off the path of totality.... buy obnoxious computer.... politicize feed..... colorize content and shredded object unbearably psychedelic; cut cable off from robot poem again and again, over and over again, until unrecognizable. Pile weapons on the mat burning beneath them. Never seen this burning man before – instinctively in person-mode, to the mirror pantomimes joke brawl – “eh, what the hell hustles perfect cheap plastic?” From the moment I nut in comfort food, a mere tortured boogeyman's occultation jam, Raichu and big, stupid Eraserhead baby – and more links – center in ass pairs sleeping together mid-air rooted in revelations of hung hog baroque as just two buds being a big enough vector graphic in Fibonacci fungus. (“I am a 5am gram, mold man!”) If you don't have Monster urges, trotting back and forth between and circling closer and closer to your wizard counterparts to retain a heat-sunken dye to your brand, your home – the secret ramen that makes up sheep's clothing also went into the lawn of your very first address, former or original or epistemo-address.... until then, look before crushin' hyperbolic violin into cannibalism: the so-called nasty ass theme park erected a bonfire that injects steam into a good person.... heart muscles oil the brain's fun personality.... the Metaphysical blond Regime opens the Wheel of Fortune partly, and only for a short while – sloshing optimism around in midnight online registration, burning whiskey as seen through zen TV-glasses, revealing your own creature-comeback to you and to you alone ... Take the children to another room, for there's a precedent in damage, silent frolicking wrought burning crosses …. schizos gonna try different pantry shelves ….. fusion of the slumped fork in total penis optimism (“remember its eccentricity!”), its total perpetual food poisoning echoing barfy through an empty subway..... Through surrealist orgasm every behaving self loses soap with a lot less subtropical blot, despite always clowning around in sexual robotic discipline dragging dark themes through internal organs always emerging fresh as fug....