Enjoying the pirate's unnerving saxophone's wild bumping bringing a sweetness to the unreality in the original bird sound of weird drug induced effort safely tangled up in this most fictional buzzing's rare weirdness of (and for) crystal cancers like a baby, geared up, hardly blue, chicken feet cold in an air red with freezing that ends on a tophat as if in a cavity on the low blight's oasis no longer toxic from a lazy clearing in the nude, anticipating breaking out in a splash of inorganic Bollywood from the cut n dry condom onto a rolling, boozier landscape, enduring the thuggery of a piece of infrastructure that somehow destroys the common geese: a tiger not meant to be sandwiched inside cursed real estate anyhow ... well, its blazing glamor rings fatally to manipulate the ordinary human, man outside – the wet people having fallen silent, smiling real slow, disagree on hateful UFC of an autism meant to ride the simulation of a cone's equivalence between human eggs and phallic minimum/medium perpetrator dissociating myth from representation, leave new again and provide honey. Joined, we've fallen for me-time again. Less afraid! Don't lock up. Make out with that!

Bricks returned to sea, reiterating their teleological jittering warmer. Disintegration into litter. The devil grows a pair post-private. Basketballs by the fire. Honkers in the recording studio amidst lavish older devices. Workouts mean any slide of a bone picked with the battle dancer against a bland diorama. Beer not going to go down very well. Sentient, pretty cool penis went too far. Still, still, still here, whoa... spurs a too implausible, rheumatoid streak in the ass. Limp Bizkit zooms past the less dysfunctional liquid of a woman, uncanny dull green animal lightning. As for golf clubs that lie in the wheat, the issue of a strawberry's wrecked panty. Easy. Once you know how... A dazzling vice. A house full of strange passion. Fuckface with retractable arms. Thought she was joking. Mrs. Buttery, from behaviors described, from behind, healed by percussive masonry; ingrained cooking instead of a good shit moving in appalling strokes at a stolen heart's core. Slept well, overlaid by rotten beauty. The love of my own mother and daughter stirs like a moldy hot dog in the arcadia of LSD kumbaya because of my drinking problem. I will eat a love letter. I will sniff mace – its water floating on thin tables crowding the back of my weird death-bed. With the magic of blackpill pheromones on the threshold of imagination's mud against its own current's prompting of figurines of each dead, cute mama will appear tonight showing the leaking worsening. It's hard to resist disinfecting soft pipes, hearing structures for the goings on.

Like never done drinking with cramps localized by the digging of a two-faced carcass murdered parched, sniffing shit baked on a little blanket into a firmer curl, deserving each other past the mounds. Chainsaw pumpkins a curvaceous epicenter and queef through the gapmouth until relaxed. The same bedroom wind as of teenage vomiting. Obsess over the rust- and yellow-filled tic until she gains water. Throw shade on the fool's head rotted through. Dotted calm tiger. Semi-regular, stern pestilence. Ah, wanking, I watch the earth spew anew. A romance starting. A worm staring towards its own mouth parts. Horseshit as opposed to kisses. Lay on hands through all the fucking. The majority of society accesses madness shaken. I want that for my baby. Sending my neighbor a broken ludicrous bubble. Fiddling our sour derivatives and differences and yet gathering little to hate. Alone Mary Poppins wiped an infinite wriggling engine; tragic gross pussy behavior, in a gown. Like the spirit of a black sheep, a crap left inside you. Abortive wedging of solid hard turds! What if with the clever tongue of cunnilingus the camper suddenly props themselves up on an elbow, dreams up some blunt dedication to the abrasive udder's beef bra egg soft winking? We're keeping ourselves out of the morning. The quiet glacier below holds back then plops. A deformed child struck by a car. A pig sitting up sick, raking that pink ash. The least attractive sardine, squashed. The celebrity doesn't bother the pinball with a single cause to blend into the garish background. The thin-lipped horny princess playing with ordinary meat. Money farmed from unused fertility. The naked emperor praised for his meaningful outerwear. Bipedal around rank supper blown to bits in a shopping center on the herd of MNTDEW islands medium mental health purple. Put down then silence yourself.

Who does not fall into my arms, their backs stretched, a demonic

withdrawal of injection pooping burst: pillars shrinking strangely.

He enjoyed dogs, found a hole, an intimate expanse. Feels both in

between come together in a massive sack. Sitting on women before

screaming, hung spiked like a funny face – the nurse under the faucet

sees that specter of the rattlesnake and saws it in two, sucking at each,

her hungry mouth a spoon punching potholes, gumming with

so flaccid a light bunched below on badly reflecting maggots.

A nostalgic drone given permission to prophesy in the bug pleasure ring

using supernatural dreams and unconditional love with the sauce on such

addictive fuss like a slap in the face by the sex machine, pointing

at my favorite chemicals – surfeiting the thingy – I die in a toilet grating

with color, its neck foreshadowing full moon chin at night, fire extinguisher

eater: dull plant sandwiched between a sexuality tailored toward adult

horse to have fun picking at yourself and a lithe root of false bushfire

between her legs, raw warm water of pale matter squeezed in an impudent

sticky air hug... Increasingly, my ass like threatening cheekbones lays an egg.

Casually crap. Elderly husband reaches across foul silhouette from ladder – things aren't there. The funniest sorrow delivers appreciation for deer. A man who fucked. Father and son, one of her favorites; through death the last hot breath, somnolence at the end of the world. To the host's stolid horror – a zinger. Asshole submerged into self? Cherish the social clogging that is causing a crab-wise political slithering – couldn't move, sewage out of lungs I kinda take in my wet hand, plus grease harassing the long thin mass parked inside of you. Next door I'm cutting a sheet of pigments with pruning scissors. You recognize the images in waves. Look up, at the airshow; cha-cha through the day/in poo (spiritually) where opposites are truer per person on thin ice. The hard-to-get dominatrix, in the zone ….. pales, in monochrome knitwear, in comparison, talking, power-trampling watermelons just to curse them, boxing within a limited ring – through no division, quiet handjob startled and reverse-enabled balloon of semen catching fire, gnarled to a drop: pouring in at you, stripped of matching contents (look at it go!) and falling like gas on my feet ….. Asshole puckers into cynical expression. Ornament fills ruined tunnel of longing, which repeats without shaft. Laid bare in the dark truck. Blistering in her throat. Longer and longer until nerves connect. The ugliest word: „camping“ Whose interior decoration did the disgraced actor scroll past its funny, polished blandness in the deep-sea morning ... ?? It's a phase, the blood pressure forces a nod from me with deviant grace. A dog's thinking a demented thought, can't spare any melancholic kicking. A young thug smiles. A high-pitched tinkling sound. 

Protecting dick and balls, a fish sucks.

Survives on getting identical wives body-snatched. Through thoughtful

vandalism, neither NASCAR drunk driver quits. Under the

smoke sack, I just could have wanted red spandex in Siberia,

run that lobster sleep-passage.

Gotta check this dome out:

Walk through it. An intern of just stupid bashed gum was taken

with mumps through its filter, lust high-fived bullshit cake....

Showcase mysterious sweetener after agonizing meridian

gone off her tattoo. Getting maid fired, I didn't expect a mudslide.

It's your mask's turn to listen cranially, over-adopted Atomwaffen

thot crooked needle at the powder's stump: hot bodies of lascivious

UFOs will serve my Chinese booster horribly. Groom copper wiring,

shock half-romantic orifice.

Ready our sobbing with frog sneer in front, fire fuck

square of a pregnant pop pickled like a twinkle in hell stapled shut

with a muah.

Couple stands up during sex. Still strongly capsized.

Eye contact during a huge shit. Tanning from a window.

The hardest thing about a sensitive stick, a whale gummed back on its tentative aquatic clown's arrow; then whatever the hell.... or the soap head on a liturgy of devil big toe triple pack tapered empty: a comfortable electric obscurity filling your good rack, rotting inside –you're trying to recall sunbathing: the freedom of brewing reaching bleary excess (memories of hating you!) and it shows.... when in just getting to be an out of control handmaid's cucumber! one can't believe it shines again; can anyone I've saved a snot for to do crimes over find it sexy, and with a salacious howling caress the really winter-like middle! those unexpected roaches, the healthy people, that mournful studded alien up a tree.... desert speeding past contiguous butt cheeks, creme in a delicious hell caged by structural fingers blown off then taped to the dryer, a disappointing pipe but still useful...as through the stretching abomination in dungeon cool and massive reindeer queues an intimate asthma drifts (she regrets not brandishing her pussy disproportionately, stink-force canal without the body exalting a dark lost eye, popped gritty pill, wearing eyeliner like a crossed line of intense walled whiteness to light background thirsty baroness recreated from ugliest woman alive: love me, too, phony destroyed roommate figure, spray new awfully hot cum in the hands of the wretched shooter, cursed nude, already credible landfill's hidden gems are vanishing, tires slashed like webs circumvented by wild ink... sputter out our sacred deal the way the intractable organ was suddenly felt to retract, to retreat to the bathroom wherein I now stand reddening – my pain come across as hypnotic ideology to help others apologize for the embarrassing injury.... mad at the slightest renderings of fucking, at the liquid fish engulfed in sandwich frescoes of flame, holiday husband's broken cock in the abnormal hospital of dirty tricks that blow one's mind in the healing breeze.