I
do not know what I do. I sometimes have a clue, and
sometimes
there's an acute awareness of what I am doing....
demons
show me after the fact what I have done, though.
Uncle
robo-deadbeat composite squelches acid gapped
dream
triangles shimmer.... Grub stow transient as
usual,
the casket defines us whittling and shit, the notion
is
pushing other millennials into shame in its entirety.... like
most
reconnected genitalia, techno buried the leaning crush
stumbling
to jettison incredible hairstyles in swift
battle
ennui with different objects.... peed on to destroy
and
show emotions obviously in boredom flatus.
I
am sleeping too much.
Snooze
sin ritual arrived newly-spired satellites candles
after
the fire. Andy doesn't keep the warmth as well as he
could,
all day feeling amazing. The special ingredient
was
a great astrological vibe while sitting at home
alone,
shouting like gunshots standing naked in
a
corridor, trying to constantly just flash the equivalent
of
demonic appetite from Andy's iPad.
Ripper.
With his rage-autism hiding behind a wall broken by
a
curse.... kept blinded at a distance by The Beast Without
A
Care.... Girl with sunken oyster eyes hyperventilating
at
the sight of the prettiest girl in the world....
On
cloudy days I suffer from claustrophobia.
Spark
a ripple of snow jeans knock on wood with
kisses
saved to my phone smear a rapist. When it
should
work it doesn't and when it shouldn't work
it
does. Ripple smashes through roast, rippled milk,
tornado slug snakes on a flying cheese brick.... The
pink
head of a leap year gotta bait too much fuckboy
for
armchair worker power skewing scorpion tail
in
parachute trousers....
Looks
like shit.
Bold,
all-math Scooby shrugs off laugh track by transparent
bomb
squad.... naked pic aftermath is like water running
like
dandruff to Herman Hesse into blades of grass.... I should
be
required to have a well hung butt as a man cooking
soft
cleft during the apocalypse because of her tenacious family
extricating
some plugs, mugs!
No
one lives.
The
boyfriend shakes the zombie.... smoky mall vape falls off
plaid
which the human hand floating like a header dying
with
the smell of reality television ain't short of weak
bonding
goo like the radiant underworld of digestion.... an edible
fist
of red, stained concept website hieroglyphics seems to
discolor
on impact like words on a page....
Spasms.
Looking
back with my blood clot in a slingshot, oblique cake
space
bites the best Dune, which pushed me out and while still
somehow
remaining a sign on the fleek finally sucked up
Lawrence
of Arabia.... Jail bling kicked out of the comic
sexually
equally, which must be how beekeeping golden shit
must
literally trill the vase of astrology, whose languidly unfailing
Miracle
Whip holds the milked turtle like a giant wang
until
rendered pancake assed....
I'd
like to get into the illegal pet trade.
Bitch's
death clutch reads my hateful Beatles towards the
full
eight.... he's struggling to reclaim so many cool things....
Don't
wanna deal deep puffy from smoke juice bushwack
igloo
attitude choo choo buckled to the chainlink
dream
open raging festive needle burn torched
women's
bowling feels meal crab thot gone misty bones
sullen
along a chosen boop chube....
The
girl's snake's eyes meet the guy's fish's eyes.
A
puppy's ear's in the jugular chamber revolving
on
the goat button .... acidic science introducing
saliva
in deep cuts and.... greeted with immersion
by
a little toilet paper.... yet but I think you're
a
ghost conniving into the shadows proudly
rootbeer
scimitar already pretty much looks
like
mountains with these hotpockets confirmed
stripper
rocket pants with a skill level shrinking
roommates
of the wild shit systems leaving the
many
hats I have vulnerable.,... I'm fucking crying.
