u/TheServant4

Get the cue, everybody awake when the circus stay allay.

Get the box, if you get lucky you’ll be like faces to cosmetologies.

My muddy walk only underscores walls.

Obliteration so what? Annihilation.

Imagination, to live in a brand old nation!

If tough guy thinks balls, you bag off sins.

Fraternity stars ill cult of poisonous delusion.

Greetings, Aeroman, you’ll be stranded by dawn.

My sleep can’t spurt up the noise off my cranial.

I’ve been crawling like spiders, i’ve been stuck in a motorboat for so malty long.

Gunboats were being driven by autocrat Mario marionettes that had the butterball inline with baking soda slatherings, by 12:00 PM there was fridge funk flare that crushed colander in-between loafers. Feel free to jazz up my corianders, but do not interrupt the zucchini scriptum sake.

In conclusions, the stars won’t stand the way you’ll ever think. I dealed with calls and followed my own, there was a shadow behind the cabinet, i decided to hoard my spine throughout, efficient deficiencies. If ever heard, anyone could task breathe grateful…
If you believe that asking numbers could kickstart a backup, wildest without circuses. Spreadsheet shows, the beaten is the fallen.

Malcolm did a trick today i was wondering waddles instead. I finished the milk, all horses bet. Journeys through the mournings. I flapped and then, thereby trefoil muons. Astronaut said that peanut people live there…i might be a caloric restriction roadman tomorrow, maybe it is, you’ll ever imagine the grasshoppers and the malt buggers.

I was at the park aight?! So instead of moonwalking i did a little dance called “thee primrose pond placid” of which i am the first ever idealistic inventor (Buddy Bodega styled) you know, dancing can twist a stiff bop outta your logarithm after a while, so the brewery near the honky started the tonky and the donkey slurred off mahogany. I cried rivers therefore beer started tasting like regretful drill sergeant sequences i jumped out the railway and morbid belief stoked on Buckwood.

Quail Creek State Wildlife Management Program website has been monitoring the farmlands of commercial census #41 because Zeff Bejos hooked up that benzos you know, and that leads up to downstream dialysis. Length is low after bows that rapidly lowball heapy holes, cellar stories dreams forever and ever with you my befuddly shepherd. Granted for good is brunally longer that Roads Clippank™️ and so on you galligles.

Glimpse into the abyss so that bliss comes to be the ghee in the mix, ounces and clash once unleashed iguana screamers uvulagalag. Began the belated journey to Arkansas in the province of Providence, Illidaho.

It has, to my considerable astonishment and no small degree of bewilderment, come to my attention that the prevailing fashion amongst the general populace of this lupine league, in matters of footwear, consists of curmudgeonly sandals fashioned from a peculiar material, namely, synaptic blimp. This curious predilection, I am informed, stems from a widely propagated fiddle-fable, a narrative which posits that this selfsame stunt was, in times of yore, conceived from veritable flumb, prior to the advent of clay cotton and silk fruit which, as is now widely acknowledged, have since elevated this country's renown far beyond the confines of its burgeoning industrial spatial-sphincter.

Lords cried about jiggling cheesesteaks, wiggling breaths of mice and depths, but Schopenhauer once salted the calligraphies and said: “Schnapps round here, before clapped jilting, licked behalves of my schnauzer substance! Therefore, i stand still waiting for them to lift and speak the flints.” Philosophy taught us that no matter how you stack up ribs, it should all come with dank fries on the side plate.

Is my stellar scale too atomized? High as life beyond the binary bassinet. Vault vauxhall 62 branded beaches belatedly…so daffodiliac

I made my day believing in crusty hay lairs

You showed all ways to peel the frames

I magnified the magical-made

Is there a time to breaststroke the age?

OVER THE THRONE OF HOGS!!!

YOU STAND BENEATH IT ALL!!!

I FEARED MOSQUITO-MOLES!!!

I CRAVE FOR EMERSON BALLS!!!

Like a bug (Chisel calf) CODE: galettesandal
List today’s hugs (Cryptic halo)
Deformity battles (Zombie pal Pedro)
Scum boxes, brain bottles (The hall house unhinged)
There are certain flies that float around holy holes! (Garage glimpsed gargantuan)
dualities for men, they stare down you and couldn’t embrace the formalities…save yourself from the higher point hosts, so that standing up becomes part of polarity. AWARE, ALLOWING YOUR PIGEONS TO DRUNKENLY SHAFT OFF IS HALLELUJAH-HALLUCINATING. xXxXxXxXx
P i g e o n s

Because a blue veneer would crack in place, i should stay in heaven’s “braided”. Mama Pearl pointed me off the racing satin patio, like hotbed gagged by baggage-canister scalper. Guys! Button edges brink baldness.

Yeah, i mean sure, staged stories always talk like butterflies-hoots binding lift marks upon standard. “It’s their livid fault don’t you drift along?” As he cracked the doorstep beneath, I swallowed and I’ll be slapstick stock now! Because… *grunting* uh, after all, statements really give faucets the hierarchical.

I crawled between the bits and frankly, frantic feet! Skittle~Wittle, LEAVE THE HOUNDERS ALONE LAHEY! Leaves of magma matter, Maloney!