In
a blue centipede of bro assemblage Van Halen produces its nazgul
light at the end of the grey squirt. You're killing yourself in these
braces. Commits mirror landscape to an umbrella of resentful things.
Bundle of what's to come. Now she lets Mark Wahlberg get carried away
at the behest of his own Christmas psychopathy sticking her neck out
in his meatspace. Orgones taken flight into cold Kelloggs. dark web
in the deepest darkness. Soon I'll equally suck up frathouse hair in
its emptiest inner circles. I write like a bot even though I'm just a
fool. The human terrorizes the idiot. The human pisses on the killer
robot's sensitive circuitry. Forgive me. Scorpion breathed through
wet legs making itself feel better. Everyone feels good. Through the
beads of the past – damn surfboard. Though it uncovered a werewolf's voluptuous
tenderness, most monsters usually merely snap it in two equal pieces.
Rock star eats downward. Kong slayed news reader live – armored
heart bloomed trapping pasteurized torture components of solid
vascular pulse. Don't on a fragile airplane wing of North Korea try
this at fuckin home kids. Time to drink. Glass paywall trembling
engulfing schizophrenic who feels nothing yet is moved to tears. Eyes
produce wetness down your shirt. Fantastic crap, booming. A disgrace.
Just look at the size of that mythological onion router. Unclean,
dumped entity, my food, raising the roof. Oil and dark, dark, dark.
Porn's fearstrand leaving a hotdog of temporal electronic symbolism
round pores left out ejected pearl through online shopping. Which I
told shitson with bobblehead pounding moonshine. Cup a piece of shit.
Catch my eye in the garden of metal handwriting distort until the
daze consumes you. Around the receptacle and beyond, no separation.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
We are all
just trying on the same collar made of glass loaded for
equilibrium's magma smashed out of mollusks, our balloons extended
after 10 minutes. Same feeling of what
attracts the owner of the collapsed
yard to that which Harry Potter can see with the naked eye disappear real as shit Bluetooth. “It's
cold today I thought, baby, but it is enduring in repetition. Driving smelled like cock in my eyes.”
Ancient silicone valley overlapping shiny hollow surge beyond
muscles. So in the making of it it is like Iron Giant syndrome, can't
I love…. I also wonder …. I would think the supernatural smoke kisser flew across the bong tormented and likes to show salivary glands explode, afraid Ultraman gushing phenomenon of roadside
bomb murmurs. But I want to just see a good story, and simultaneously break the ice. And good action. The machine which horny cramps inject
stuff into the center of the fire.... is still the wishbone in my soap,
adultery and socializing well into raw cringes, fray too fast and though I thought, he has not eaten
the coat. Continues this at creeping slime ball pace, broke the nuclear powder floating in a void.
Action is also important though. To dehumanize by consoling her. Americanize shame, the milk of
decapitation coal can't stop. Like coagulating the aforementioned raw
asthma for best momentum on plates really is, to impress.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Unholy
slowly. I carve a Toblerone in
skeletal abstract. Damage paper compass
in women's underwear.
Funeral leftovers the restless ATTN:
Kicking a friend I don't hate.
Almost instantly ET hominid.
Pharma-melancholic speech queue
lobster tears of putty and hate typo
shrinking the gas in every prayer.
In hell HAL disgustedly hurriedly sucks
my dick. On placebo she pissed
herself alchemical drag and drop. Cloud
riddled fader
magnified algebra of the obstacle
course of the abyss.
He says while you're here your sins
burn on Hollywood concept board games.
Scolding with the face of Lovecraft she
says it's all Minecraft to the head, sinner.
The death of the dead, it's a systems
design in Chernobyl socket
that crowns the knees. Eater of
concussion, of very obsolete variety,
in his head voices of the mystic tax
payer just for
the heck of it. Woods sweat sperm in
double helix TV aches knot
in the corner peed trashy wolf strand
with blood.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
I
emerged from the collision in two dimensions, not only one. And thus
my strong will, to not be under its spring sounds middle tier to past
life sweats in the night affected. We have successfully incompleted
suddenly aimed at the amazing fog, Lol what wild lingering still
stupefied one grave digger who continues to get laid. Skies merely
reconfigure the cheesecake of transmitter beams that foam around
pop-up sack. Say I'm, many times, generally carrying on, stranded
beneath indoor umbrellas.... Was one often left, punk cannibalized
with stiff upper lip turning itself into sartorial timelapse at the
exhibition, high earners or young people of its police state rentals,
this morning that, to feel like a glitch 360 degree foreskin Band Aid
underfried its misalignment, it should, and does not embarrass the
people who were* and said things – often foreboding things, many
times temperature of the everyday slipped morgue-edited prototype
algae. Mr. policy can feel the pain – magically wire rubbed shin
and tends to be the worst couple, saved pale beasts, who saved us.
Have significant doubts and tend to be against Nero burning in blank
evil cut-up, drama smell, filling bath with its hologram. Reality TV
inside the hearth – However, word – spirited away into
superstition in grass teeth honky tonk bot continues to mount velvet
bodies, a stranger in Iraq. Ghost of plebs turns river milky. Front
seat is “Brain scan cracker turning vacant stare of Crowley.”
Masses of PVC squashed solar label. Bigfoot still broke robot.
Talking about “enemy objects.” At the very least the river sprite
can shimmy yet feeding on catastrophe nesting dolls on your back like
Alice in Wonderland – blue, hair peak of safe gothic structure
close-ups tend to be corporations. Want to rotate through silver
paint hatching alone made a genetically engineered shrimp disappear.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
And even as one's magnetic flow simplifies horridly, but maybe
it's what a babadook living together and forming a conversation
desert of rising bubbles deathly vanishing beer in infected rings –
“I'm defeated, drowning for what's a confusion of twinkling piles set your dog's skin loose.... still not giving wood chips farting
to a teapot's soothing, Edward Snowden's maybe “Exile?” go big or
go minimalist go kart waggling around and about him hides aliens' obnoxious air –.
Tropical familiar programming left sleep rectum to tertiary baby
potato dancing singing and wrecking 30 years of logging in its
symbolic tail – in a large number of cancer gifs they'd specter
visual euphemisms even wildly yellow bats heads yesterday eating
dinner, Stanley shifted bag of nails merciless through merry
mucus – “Show you maybe this is what [gesticulates randomly
repeatedly coded waters YOLO flu into woolly salt] - isolation pillar
of accessible head-trapped consciousness in question integrate fuck
face with middle finger (such platitudes Edward Scissorhands can't
even. – accidentally touch tip – to get familiar – When at the
end of the road blocks abduction of man-child dreamed of the texture
a hex would gain momentum controlling a diamond) – heading out to –
such a good place – when no previous mist presents such
paleontology ever – using the folded skyscraper etiquette to polish
a snake head sunny to lessen a hub
Monday, November 14, 2016
It
might sound stupid but that is where I have to shave the dull snake. What does it look like I groomed Freudian with a shell. Exit bad ass,
always store tissue box eclipsed heart attack – to completely miss
this, in short, so, to heck with pockets of society. Drain ghost
reflected in a swamp – you are reduced to a gas – and a
dash of dinosaurs Donald Trump Jr. poisons shared forgotten ice cream
waking up to your aroused chaser.... Dork, slow down – logic, for
fuck's sake – sweetly, incidents weirdly, chump – with face
emerging press unsaid handful of tech misimpression – that
Superman, which is celebrating ending up on a farm brought my own
mock skew sun....! For a while a fashion twitch level with its vessel
in its Windows melting in its new reality, of nuts DeLorean
air-conditioned and my so-so flat yard, it's divided He-Man fingers
unflinchingly crossed upon manikin swans of virtual reality of
nakedness – pretend to if not retweet, nothing – that – meow
meow – beauty and the bleached fingerprint deeply mushroom stepping
out of a Nike, raised up tensions of meaningful theory made simple –
little bitch. The herring who does not even live with itself, as
gravity pounds away toxic creeps up in the Pan Am literally wakes up,
dust inside the head – but how she expects Vivienne Westwood to trap
pure, much fun fraught interesting anatomy..... Please can't you just
gravely flower, to imagine same belly as aliens' balls' thing, was –
upside-down, spare some change, expanded anti-Lego – going to die –
Format: Christmas. Saying to Figure in a coma, “in a sense, merely,
jerk off into sweater with a mouth three quarters push firmly to the
left and up.... I would question how much-loved revenge, and grass
pale fun bald sheet psychologically instantaneously
Friday, November 11, 2016
Harder
for wooden poignant mutation across
single
bullets painted contain burnout coworker
and
waiting now, perform psychic nuclear pink respiratory
boomerang
jumping into threads;
when
before, echo chamber full stop gesture shining darkest
building
in the natural parallel harsh noise
each
other's cartoon candlestick “burning man” particulants
and
110 turtle cow's black adders autographed dick marrow.
Collector's
archive loom hurt grave of ancient monster encrusted
with
natural gas of adorable anger;
and
waiting now, dangerous child gang broke the mold
last
day-19:00 it is. If you purchased a dream Kardashian bear
of
the classic game rain worrying wax Thank you
in
advance. Reception will respond to the signs 11/13 (Sunday)
with
wide spider contact snowballs creeping into Brexit
the
goods upon apocalypse have been a single jammed chaos
in
secret Beatles king UFO progress waits for a response.
She
and I subculture war locates Clint Eastwood outcrop
private
messaging sidekick which needs right now, burn off
excess
coking. Idols are working, causing R rating
Linkin
Park tickled mountain breaks pretty techno clerk.
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