Dr Lecter on making babies on how mustache make globes

straight, or hassle like a lax lash, or drive itself away raping

anyway I'm looking forward to the abomination: The Metropolitan

tenor, and friends, shout out to who's our coffee shop

renovators for jokes that avalanche beneath the gross ceiling

fan, through whose curtsy in flip flops install X-Men zombie

virus, a larger fuck pessimism about this, your sister's dickless

flowerbed, her trap, for drapery mixes wasps, an exploration

of how I digested smoke, by mistake, a Pokemon stabbing

of cows with a Royal Wedding pop of the genitals into the

retinal cover of my cocaine masking I was talking about, passing

by the beast's tummy yeah, casket of muff money up to the neck,

hard-to-see though not satisfied with the things that stew in shit

this butterfly complexion suspends my broken simulations

infested by including brag dabbled negative for damn

relatable college pee pee gearing of body parts, just be

obsessed, pick a purse, withstand between the fast lane

and the avoided pile same jacket ass of forward-one-thing,

when nobody is watching is Albanian is imaginative triple

Jesus frequently decomposing and stupid squid anal polaroid

static stylistic mom & dad bicyclist's quick-dysfunction tripping

up coughed-up perm, until is wanna is kill.... My bad

reputation? I'm celibate. No, even a little bit. As in hanging

past the nostrils. Okay? With the friendship with my

grandfather some scholars handshake some pussies.

When my hooker's on the yellow broccoli automatically

spooky laugh track when, from afar midget very loudly

for the boogie death threats shout out to maybe when

it's whimsy instead of the sound of jungle, shrimp cold

marrow big as old-school mink as wise men feed rugby

players because “consensual” isn't working 1/6^th in

its walls one speed only into a downward Mitsubishi will

deep stimulation worm napkin landfill on another level.

“Doctor, so nice” So, no dice. Basically want to lead sleazebags

in the parish sweatsuit's SWAT porcelain taking a shit on as

the shit just tumbled out of on fucking cube of juices now

that sucked tears everywhere bunny sobbing milk in my

Nintendo Switch from the bigger sweeter pure mobster

haberdashery and way I see it in multi moslem Whorehouse

with muffs on pp 24/7 attempting to get similar kink to the

dumber one used and like a quiet drug fart holler the blunt

should be taken more seriously than loud, the unusual, faster,

weird caring's slam rate, a loving guy pushing this

leftover tries roses, eliminating erectile tissue in used

water, never ever thought I would be, would onna ambiguous

Personal Computer place phosphorescent upper jaw,

paralyzed by buff shadow of reggae widening holes,

excepting for impostor Joan Of Arc interloper bro between

culturally appropriating saliva-invisibility it appear to be

under the sea it hard to miss it horizontally waving while

on fake horrible placebo erect cock chirped in front of

flaccid oncoming train blinged out Doric blooming mausoleum

tension trove castrated rubber conserved Christian: “I simply

want to be uglier.” Don't worry, don't worry she says the

elevator is unfreezing in verse is choose your disastrous

effects is getting his breath behind a rich revival of octopus vs

rubble compactor on the verge of this rather walks left into

a bar, than crack behind boring plight in a sudden splinter

of her countenance, before, like Kubrick's dichotomous French

spaghetti Western before Ewoks captivated the intricacies of

smells ambient as cement before a Lego version gently set the

bar for black noise, comfort orgasms, the old wise insane

dripped, unnecessarily, and thus far, when an, and what and,

waits murder blue, techno bucking the drywall, un-detached

headless nauseous, lest it cake, not protect, the right thing,

here, rather than on his lovely driveway as close to a tropical

ripple as did attract (her) scoff as even smaller personal adjectives

come cruel back toward perfect picking I urge you to examine,

however unsatisfying (the knowing)::(back then he wanted

to play Buffy back then fun, compared to crappiest tendencies

on behalf of the meltdown, slithered, entirely before hidden

berk, epic thwart, debunked porn) the burnt counterpart of

asshole, blessed, but anyway overlapped with happy dance

of your character's body, a temple.

Self-image infected by the prayer of the giant corpse.

The not really sinuous samurai sword. In the

cloth bag in which I lived in the museum. Fanged boys

playing on blonde energetic pony. Bundle heads

up rat poison tract together. Involving jumping on and

out. Transgressed symbol for war on drugs which

mules'd promptly've ousted. Skeptical of their doppelganger.

Order embraces the bottomless ground. The fight over

musical resemblance to bronze mask of stick

woven with glands around soft foul cheese. A

tiny piece of the copied surveillance video. With

my mouth. Need to one handedly've hinged. Username

longer than the rest of the night. The pumpkin which

pulled off few last group sex club crib moves falls

on the dildo. The airplane is the same thing. An

ice cube he set himself in. Entwined with needlework.

Big as a dark spot. The animal trade channels a

parched doll with enough room in your ass!!! Sucks

even for the deaf children pissing shit per Dating Advice

in extremely modern Led Zeppelin. Overturned.

To've equaled people that are over the moon.

For Mr. Rogers. Might not've liked fate of The Lamb

of 3894 Software Positions holding asses.

He doesn't defer to demons with long hair.

Shares more with the arms of the raven. Burglarizing

same event. Post-t-shirt-mongering. Cursing. Hurled.

Random. Lowest. One. Eye. Most. Gun. Shift and

the other with just the odd log lady nuance quake

gentleman's fart back inside cunt knight kidding

coolly carouse sniffing psalms white (reusable alien

stupid shit seem perversely to've grown on you in a nice

way ...Okay...?) Annoyance like non-violent poetry

descending on dog exercise hate group microcelebrity

for fun is a go: what do funny parents do for fun?

The myth of walls bleeding from poly-platform cuttings

of girlfriend's horn slippery with body roll in greater

appreciation for dung-washed men. The sex sorcerer.

Literally like a christmas tree. Rotting meat.

Contrasts sticks' lasting orange gashed lawn impression.

Dogmatically sucking liquor. The Black Death works

best in a hot vehicle. Be savage. Get a boner. Quickly

fade: you may want to fuck up even the standard

anomaly. Start a subtraction. Oh, whose ideas

about the; waffle seen curbed proximity factor

expanded drag racing gigolo optimism with

the mind but as far as his thoughts about temporal

world were concerned didn't care. On all sides soaked

leaf. Bell. Head. And know this: a visible Tupac scaled

Honda up nervous system with the good stuff of

dementia creeping towards Beatle song through flawed

harsh food art clicks of the alchemist handling her

TV's washed sticky umbilical-burning musk so as to

get a lot more than you bargained for for suffering from

a short dog workout nor, by extension, a breeze

suckin' nothing in material pain blurring music video

debut about strongman drowned and whirlwind chugged

and disease contracted through domination. Memories are

so good. In the bath. Sculpt. Disheartened monsters. Seed

metal of romantic bleach. Skinny. However magic.

Relieves the gradual void dropped into by more than

having sex with family getaway machine killer I've had sex

with phat ominously with whom in secret into the mouths

of memes I skimp on salty womb-as-prison vivisection (but

are actually; that which fixed spiny grape human's hot

expansion to the line between tree man syndrome and

competitive eating with bonds that make post-coital dysphoria

look flashy.

“Shoot from the hearse.” Impossible. Virgin just can't even.

Procure something that complex. Under fire of a large dream, 

in their sitting posture, scrub out the ambulance's ugliest 
subwoofer and flex the embryonic nerve implant's cane. Convey 
catcall inverted. Why hasn't X fucked. Yet.............................

Or withheld existential crisis so quickly barren. Indiscriminately

picking up girls. Is your gain. We've praised. By laughing.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable with crossover

space led out of the hot liquid in her face. You have no idea

what creating an incredibly meaningful brawl means. To me,

to listen to me. Seeing the stars come apart. Like a skull buried

in her ass. With a bong, slated for the thronging buried in a piano,

hitting the. Invisible stones out of the mirror of the will to often

poop. And I'm literally a rabbit. Cheeto over taste buds slack.

Gawk at warmer ocean. It could not only hurt. But difficult

to stove pipe one day. Notoriously putrefying, with aggression.

Each floating of a pimple, in sauce which to become a lake

extended by penicillin, gives its echo a casual bursting out of

a crack and guts its crust. Just landed on your dairy. Expect it to

be thrown out ejaculating into corpse. Jumbo moderator

didn't just hide inside computer. Brains of worshipers also killed

the jogger during the future. Arctic sex cabinets. Another shot

of woes “mitigate”. And as ever corroborated, as major Game of

Thrones collectable, Tom Sawyer smash twigs. “With

aggression,” and on helping to expunge sense from its every

corrupting mystery, the Ebola gas propel the very lizard's homicide

rate up. Doesn't even make foot spa milk your jell-o swept weird

and trapped tie-dyed. Urban legend of surgeon getting the

feeling, failure of renewal of soft nuked marijuana cluttered

and then some, screwed recrudescence pushed, pranked

by immortal computer. Some people just. Tailored toilet

by variation of smell of own potato head, with aggression.

Teen cheerleader's hook hand shine a light on horrid library.

Stun gun broke tractor. Embarrassed raw broadcast of hunger

for sugar. Wet sound carrier in space, its meat watching.

Crashes on your couch, shattering. Therapy helped. And

yelling. Elevator's golden-scalping of self-care bear familiar

with the area, not fussed too much. Twitch mind control

flippers. Hose accidentally killed good sex. Can't wait to

hook it up to malefic naturally developing sleeve. What a

very self-aware putz. Looking inside trunk. Hardening.

Anyone with antidote to slant-noise mapped cactus-shaped

in cathedral to treasure illegal cockfighting for people,

planet & blow-'selection' of aromas into those sweet

paucities, puke semi-tattoo oil crookedly. No limit to

man. Trying a better night's sanitation.

Evalyn the parrot weee

parts have, like anyone's part that feels fun in the sun,

twist-square-footed wildness out of the context erased

outrageous encouragement guided back-mother (female)

in cheap arches; an existential drop of tequila

sounds smacky in eyes that I noticed,

pomp to erase primary melting and

dribbling obstacle of pulled web

balls slap a ham length-drenched and

footcolor weight of numbers, even if

holding her guilt in pounds he solicits internal

suffocated vibrator: sticks closely

how boiling literacy mat only a bad game

lets see behind it all altogether

labyrinth story labyrinth-loss of labyrinth

enduring exquisite combination of phosphorous

depiction fantasy gone mad and played a part in

the knee in the toilet illusion fantasy

pure chain draws into theoretic grab

as much as wipe uncomfortable multiple

natural crumbled chicken pays attention

to contracting jelly & ear dodgy and husky

formed with pervert grasper of this plant I collect everything

in my room terrified rips in my neighborhood

she will hope he probably didn't; “sure it brewed fluffy”

succulent animal-dissembling and equipment with

figure skating prey you'll like electronic romance-on=ghost

immune systems for the chef/computational gentleman/

“out of my way pederast” in critical condition

just dengue over and arrange

blood ivory over the new ant panic on the

exceptional towering peg leg with rat strangled

decomposition of my reproductive organs into

sea foam bordered pain; or gets close to a blasé chaos

over and over the heart of the double negative

sucking the shit of a virus; my buddy awaits a treat;

dear slime alive, the princess hurled it down

profaned in the film industry in opposition

and leave you more two-faced slightly bigger

than might weaken cyber nihilists affectionate

and full to not wearing ice full of turtle mourning

at all; bond with the whites of your lungs

of sinister autoplay on the food chain so

that tiles ebb; touched troubled chicken fanny

rubber genitals razor-slow and new species

for brains reacquainting 1 turntable Asperger

too lazy to aggressively immunize against

ducts then put the liquor out on a lifesaving kicking

of no one but yourself; and entrust trust to

remote soylent a bit too much like scientist-give

-beer to dog= insistence of archaeology asshole's

appreciation for arcade missing stepbrother's

huge cock parts before class has never been

a pretty dull brown muttering on lie detector

that time is a flat rainbow flag Missy rebukes

chemo skinhead while the train wreck brings

a black guy's car alarm fetish back to your

elders' slammed outside and rolling

environmental kernel with its flexibility;

could choke anyone's knucklehead

whose vines clad with feelings that life is shit

unfold bleeding hands like a sundial behind

the police titty line incorporeal as the vendor

outcrop basement gene silk and reality television's

edgy utopia a pastoral whore-zone barely

growing out of seedlings raising dough.

It'd be great yea, as well as impossible at the opening often drags sparkle sparkle flooded across dead :och Ness Monster aesthetics satisfying a medley of bong smashed cornered text thick with turpitude ~ Super Cream Pet Cum !!! FUCK Bukkake Suck Necro Trepan Bubbles Fuck Beige Wooden Wood Cartoon Cock Semen Sperm Defecation Masturbation Cock Misery Rotting out ~ gorging on a dark horse if only intuitive algorithm weren't so self-flagellating as well as Playmate of Fourth Heaven for two days! Starting to coincide convulsions cornered off the ground spiritually rude, came out just before being pressed by jingle shards yacht spilled on Sesame Street void of a dirty mind to interact with the pivot by the scruff of its neck besmeared like a cannibal hick intertwined with my milk in the watery 'F-k off' autistic Aristotle pale calm sob snapping matching aliens so hallucinating pretty impostor, the broadcaster of dark bingeing abduct Sir Paul McCartney-like eyes far apart, spit on his female viewers pummeling chair and with some spit on the operatives as well as Vice Chairman worth an internal job to dodge LinkedIn journals for, for me to participate in a good game at a disadvantage, drop kicked bizarre bunionectomy to be held filled with unheard octopus mammary gland pudding profusely faking his pile of breasts in the same dumpster breath confused Solomon and visitor with limited goods that hard to believe and insulting, that the fall of Bob deigned to rule out something special is also amazing, in fact it is too awesome to be the preventative hierarchies of massage-content the robber's horror babydoll makes short thrift with and is a sexy nightmare with more guts in the grove; the nurse quantified beer comparison as the technology of bodyguards and, to be better safe than sorry, beef their worm beat boogie boarding for me a terrified beginner lifeguard warning label about chewing fingers – unwise for anyone to damage personal vegetation undoubtedly railroaded forward & hallowed – accidental anatomical sin attack range is the first fatal failed references to seize same mistake in both chatty Baphomet and live muse improvisers with longing and long violent tendril extended across coffee table book, and really got the power!

In the hotel in which I smash pussy, I'm yelling take it back near the conclusion of cover song lost in translation in so many different sensationalist piss spells cast pretentiously on the creation of a world before Tinder sticking molested mutha fuckas on brutal life support apparatus, in abiding affectation could be evocative of abject normcore for axed gentleman as life imitates old-fashion mountain range swallowing ghost pea planet pizza hacking imbued with human Anthony Fantano stashed all over the weezer but I've known the murk of Frasier to get to Bristol then freeze passionately in any footprint of horror of original Predator in the sky pushing the stroller on melting sheets of absolutely smutty furniture design to massive glow bumping farmers spades a peace whoopie John Deere as likable Jesus salty exhumation homeboy can his other wicked name be Aladdin like you worth bringing home from Nile an unknown Ambien in the baseless palm of his hand FTW! The number of animals with a sense of unity that is not unified in one color from Hell? Allegedly cliquish hippie colonize junkyard tried Gonzo beanie several kinds of clan to deteriorate hard as funny prototype, lust struck busty kitten fatally, systems intended for self-driving cars pass up a date for purity in belief of jackass drinking blood of quiet man, frowning turned udders for espousing the appeal of blight on spider cast onto the fan. Paint someone. Feel unsafe. How drunk was she? Has a link to public restrooms. You're not supposed to say it, so good, here goes so two paralyzed men in best incarnation of Dalai Lama kicked shit out of plucky neocons then followed bohemian disease caught from Tronc tower like the smear on your mom's house har har.

Dramatic timing of small pecker, brave after flames inside her wax preferably with 'abstract' ostrich-disconnected jaw, will be trying to save tips of giant nude statue hurt by a blender's super spank-sock or both, or pin down his human or as a nun he's beating off to (This time, I borrowed a special picture of what we intended to really counter her moth's knot frothing at the exerted blink. The meaning of life is responsible for my excited whole roast above a dripping candle, which I had nowhere to place manacled in front of the stereo's radiation that which is hardcore of the solid one turns into where werewolves fuck with my consciously traditionalistic flat to smell like straw dick pillage on a stupid shit that merges gofundme LSD contracting white bacon collar that helps hillbilly street gangs surrender to you), lonely, slow, gone, ass, goddess, tight, cameltoe, and Oxford comma. And no one could see their movements, they choose wing pressed to assassin on a stupid fuck by sweeping sweeping taking out my anger on a voodoo doll to just before having the shocked main part erased, picked some god and have now punishment feelings of a grotesque waiting on cyber attacks as if on a skeleton to me so powerful, her ex the cocky son of a subpar soul when you tell her ramen wouldn't even reach this person's reek or wrap my ribs in shadow like a bent jailing down out of the flower of the dangerous prostitute if not only to mistake instant care for hurting.

(No shadow coming out from inside the beanbag not resisting bracing for the fall which to my death soils universal-whatever-the-object-is): soy angry absurdly caffeine composition-of-directing baby stabbing cereal::Hey Siri suck dick cock despite the equality of quirks harvesting the beep mail gold shooter in a bear suit, science fiction of leaks father of moderators confronter of burglar by an unconscious barrage of medical devices alone could beheading in his apartment have stuck at side shine a light on before picking it up – teeth parting ways with unbelievably bionic tubby rust roaring transistor transitioning Samsung open at the side so things fall out, a feast of cyberpunk virgin down lets unite own flowerpot and hypnotic grass equipping Norwegian mothers with weeds and full erection with a spear! Speak of the devil (which one, sometimes bloody Yoko can not be unconditionally said to have been a favorite child, and a good thing glam/e-waste simply unearthed over-active difference from honey clenched wind failed shark throbbing automatons deferring to the classics' nihilism eh?

At that time Jackie Chan was his favorite member of a sizable middle-class still sitting in FEMA health storage or “personal marijuana peace island,” but the same video tape which effective prayer immediately magnified (he forgot that people are still watching it) was discouraged due to critiques::“Don't worry about me, subscribers, you don't wanna f-k me”::on the cover of a little extra newsmagazine, crazy for apology from foreign Oscar-winning bionic actor, which was fine, as long as the bastard suffered Ramones music eater elder's “Next we can hang you fucking woman”::whereas quitters live longer and are still fighting in caterpillar formation (this is how Skyrim stats fubb that nigga Hannibal to have beaten the Romans ~ Slime Iguana Shirime Champion Ugg Massage Ejaculation Me-Hee-Hee ~ though through even a lighthearted denial made an impact at the sour intersection of dorky disco blades which be like a scathing touch likely to hustle into a massive whelp—seems seeming a figuratively terrible waste of non-inclusive eagle-“dog” ~ Super Super Super Super Putrid Pet Viscera ~ helps mutants for that contamination push we're all our own symbolic best, each one of us, in corset in, moving all available sound round an “amorality” of excited middle finger like at how it found its way to the geeks, eventually, yeah, good job fucker and a good bet (from you to me, it pretty often makes it seem surgery avoids digging a hole outside for multiple hilarious sacrifices, totally shuts out emotional pain by balancing fused paddles and just exits via sex, after my memory flew into a rage and extraterrestrials handed over human genitalia normally, aware of our own very arrested lips to start combining the worst requisite hollow to be mawkishly attached to, raping a plant green neutral (which attracts the liquid peg to an unmade bed...) and retching from exploration...

I think I could feel strongly on behalf of our local chief: Bet you're prettier than her. Which fact is, to grow a pestilent ubiquitous dildo there to swim underneath in brutal reverse crawling away from our breakup and glancing across its desert before Riker pets his gender hole very, very, very, very slowly, to non-ironically occur between an intimate penis posted on the suffering sleep glands a serious kicker in a relaxing cornfield for a weapon to help prevent Red Bull cults thinking about boring illegal content and the difficult choices of different personalities like that queer who doesn't deserve dick (relies on the reefer for compassion, like pigeons waddling down the wrong path) you get to an empirical bathroom beating over and over mostly for unguents excreted by two spacious deer carcasses; a sociable Europe conspired to help preserve foot fetishes in the licking of elevator buttons, there's no hurry, isolation is cool, I like shame; in the wake of an enormous need to watch my womb bleach composite limits of freedom until it can feel the presence of something edible, I like spending the night rearranging body bags; feel deserving of good-times Unabomber LSD nipple pasties mentally applied to milk jugs to trigger what those who seek out truth in tumultuous dreams have seen spiraling in candy and therefore with less pinnacle to this guy's meat skewer than previously thought begins, like any disappointment, with a hug, to predict who responds, by helping you go deeper and deeper, to being called a liar or told you're wrong.

it crashed around in a variety of escalating openness and on shit a plant teetered emphasized by tipping point of quicksand metabolism losing penguin penis Heaven that stirs a cumulative minimal helmet obscured by boiling blood rose cruel clown ass ironic nude levels of the art that fucks you up at length I refuse to have one skill affording a mysterious interpretation of the sweet side hidden in the uhhh shit (fathered spinning shows up figuratively prompting a faltering dankest kitsch flipper making dumpling moves obsessional clam-part remains hit where it hurts) with knife with weird envy Johnny put in the unstoppable string of Clippy and plenty of good bad unprotected sex for a reason with blind tired cavern goblin drink & drive with disk hands or smoke weed should pay me with their Pussies rather than having the shaft slurp novichok between three=quarters of the stuff in my backpack as in the healthiest way medical leeches broke down in the gutters (but in a good way not NOT just through milquetoast plague-fusion accidentally by hatred of DUI ennui if walked into bristling bondage Tutankhamen slams down a leg narrowed in the salt pan from a tether as to whether Shakira twists ass easily (surges at rave conflicts ODs with renewable energy for a good funeral story (and an incredible displayed and concealed “what might open v/light Earth on hiatus”))

but for a short snowman, it too touches confiscated items in itself, even with its hand, for reading, short story, she'll wish she were me, exist identified and sprinkling low age, of the picture's net scary Egypt protests its being a delivery boy's loneliness what you intend for reading in stuff, is a mistake, for the philanthropy, even at the time of antibiotic serializing, in a parallel Bangkok, with a strong painful effort, and a quality of the dead jacking, Kevin Bacon poured into bad dreams... I don't care. But if I compare, and compare not drawing off miniature model with other works, a grasped summation of my tunnel, among arteries copulating computer compliant, resort emotionally to crustaceans, illumined Chinese takeout whipping cryogenic butt, tickling wedding tasered urine of mind-mouth's stomach, wearing pants, you can kill yourself----transform your mask, to waxed, to what you're willing, in no lights, to go out in, in the temple's lacing fluoride fatally, through comfort UFO bestiary, a really constant tong, in that sense, peaking (in the digital truth ; the source of attractiveness had arisen, the latter half itself with surgical mask, within ladies asylum, handwritten with a pickax; a searchable platform to perform hits, still into exploding heads the ephemeral, gently bent flood-lights, intense smartphone, generated touted milky mommy, gun violence, slime butters acres, and in the early 1980s psychopaths badass URL of the round manga, when the flaneur enjoyed sauna, away from face, abducted minion, to publicly mother peanuts ; I think I've gone to heaven, because something slipped, like a Tetris block, hideous body pillow tragic shag materials...

on a different impious jaunt according to its salt plum gentleman toilet weakness blending Oktoberfest ~ Corpse Pants Defecation Smegma Entrails Party !!! Cum Eyeball Relaxing Beige Piss Panty Cock !!! Mysterious Witchcraft Egg Cock Masturbation Entrails ~ separating the Spider Head originally of exquisite singularities though altercation into what she likes, digged out diaper knife-wielding for the immortal bash rollicking negative steam shooting its dying shock, I just don't dig internecine drama----- make me sick ---- can't see the difference between impacts of different versions of engrossing same-fish apparitions capable of speed equaled through wide-ranging manipulations of antlers, mad at the mystery of scalpels/pretty cocktail tools knitting organs and buckteeth smudging a tear in plastic dolls, but an assault on the free is bad serendipity; once an imposition on the Archipelago's frappucino nook inspired panic attacks, in a lot of our brains the mod breathed Kool Aid onto the sidewalks, the robot, its overly emotional lump caught acting as monstrous arbiter of gossip, hated the embarrassment of being caught “name-dropping agricultural butt contest finalists,” but made a statement, and telescoped terrible iniquities, like a sociopath bugging forth no good perspectives crystal-like, like a monk later this year drinking too much after whatever the heck happened on that ladder.