Bad news, everybody
I have found the LJ Markov Generator again.
Realistically despite my endless whining about having achieved nothing, if I could prod people into suggesting ficitious radio-parlour-games similar to those on I'm sorry I haven't had any in a bathtub like an electric shock.
He shifts nervously in the shit, if he's going to want to be able to get someone to like you? ... Oh brother if I can make join-the-dots pictures with my boyfriend.
Some fastidious part of him with small, pointed rocks on his belly with his shoes are.
Being a person largely disassociated from the kind of underwear do you think I was friends with someone if they do read it they're not a symbol of affection to be dragged back to London - have been a present from Peter.
The cool-headed, intelligent thing to outgrow is being melodramatic. Wise words.
The pain is reabsorbed into his suit trousers, and Fawn potentially on the Raleigh, and only a minute or two exceptions who became Real Friends at various points, people never really stopped disappointing me. THE PAIN IS REASBORBED INTO HIS SUIT TROUSERS.
When Fawn arrives, the three plates filled with some heartfelt cursing after the no sale?
Tarr stumbles five streets parallel to his feet itch for trainers.
“Give me a minute," Peter says, shutting the door frame in the dark, his eyes or his heart. Oddly poetic.
Tarr dresses slowly, as if making an invitation. ... that weirdly makes sense.
Do I look enough like a fuck you , but heart-broken people are bad enough
The owl makes an exasperated noise and a touch too quickly
either in London with your tongue? No, I mean, I can't see why I don’t go and scoop it out of me. It sounds like wearing a lead vest.
I don't have a home and a couple of bands I definitely do not repeatedly fuck with someone's septic injuries while giving them an orgasm, rather than an hour? HELP.
Invariably I tell the entire internet is still receiving tender advances on his tongue as his hair off his vest.
His chest is strangely hairless - or perhaps a hat, fashioned from one solid piece. A MAN WHOSE CHEST IS A HAT, CHINA MIEVILLE.
He asks her if she steals it, he's not into unprotected, nonconsensual anal sex with prison inmates, he querlously says, "Er, Daddy, yes, Daddy, definitely Daddy."
When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world. VALEDICTA! LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!
I was enjoying and luxuriating in the writing of it through him anew. HORRIBLY ACCURATE
He is a tea cosy on the Periodic Table, which would be a question you’re afraid to ask? Man, "He is a tea cosy on the Periodic Table" sounds like the sweetest compliment.
What would you say is that I waste hours of rest, and that people usually just go and have hairy nipples
The speed of his flesh. His mouth is hard. He kisses Tarr once, on the door? From now on the Markov writes all my porn, this is hilarious.
“Are you going to jump off a bridge,” Tarr says more weakly than he can fuck him.
Peter breathing furious daggers onto his egg sandwich OH GOD THE EFFORT OF NOT SHRIEKING WITH LAUGHTER IS CAUSING ME PHYSICAL PAIN
I don't know anyone can just sneak up on the basis that the doctor believes him or not: the ungainly lies lumber past the ones that he has, against or possibly because of the four of them, a woman called Sheena, who has been yanked up, and there are to ME.
"Ha. Ha," Tarr intones, prising the lid off the window of Ali Pulling's Jag Sorry, Pulling, you appear to have been assaulted by a fictional character.
Today I wasn't going to plump for the dog in front of him, reaching out with a mutter of "For God's sake," that doesn't appear to have a guard."
We were sitting on a bench feeling a bit emotional when a blonde woman who is my wishlist onto which I mean: I put out. I have half a sandwich and then only because we're both idiots we got in there interview, but it kept happening.
Realistically despite my endless whining about having achieved nothing, if I could prod people into suggesting ficitious radio-parlour-games similar to those on I'm sorry I haven't had any in a bathtub like an electric shock.
He shifts nervously in the shit, if he's going to want to be able to get someone to like you? ... Oh brother if I can make join-the-dots pictures with my boyfriend.
Some fastidious part of him with small, pointed rocks on his belly with his shoes are.
Being a person largely disassociated from the kind of underwear do you think I was friends with someone if they do read it they're not a symbol of affection to be dragged back to London - have been a present from Peter.
The cool-headed, intelligent thing to outgrow is being melodramatic. Wise words.
The pain is reabsorbed into his suit trousers, and Fawn potentially on the Raleigh, and only a minute or two exceptions who became Real Friends at various points, people never really stopped disappointing me. THE PAIN IS REASBORBED INTO HIS SUIT TROUSERS.
When Fawn arrives, the three plates filled with some heartfelt cursing after the no sale?
Tarr stumbles five streets parallel to his feet itch for trainers.
“Give me a minute," Peter says, shutting the door frame in the dark, his eyes or his heart. Oddly poetic.
Tarr dresses slowly, as if making an invitation. ... that weirdly makes sense.
Do I look enough like a fuck you , but heart-broken people are bad enough
The owl makes an exasperated noise and a touch too quickly
either in London with your tongue? No, I mean, I can't see why I don’t go and scoop it out of me. It sounds like wearing a lead vest.
I don't have a home and a couple of bands I definitely do not repeatedly fuck with someone's septic injuries while giving them an orgasm, rather than an hour? HELP.
Invariably I tell the entire internet is still receiving tender advances on his tongue as his hair off his vest.
His chest is strangely hairless - or perhaps a hat, fashioned from one solid piece. A MAN WHOSE CHEST IS A HAT, CHINA MIEVILLE.
He asks her if she steals it, he's not into unprotected, nonconsensual anal sex with prison inmates, he querlously says, "Er, Daddy, yes, Daddy, definitely Daddy."
When Fawn arrives, the three men are still red in the darkness, his mouth barely separated from the exciting centre of the world. VALEDICTA! LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!
I was enjoying and luxuriating in the writing of it through him anew. HORRIBLY ACCURATE
He is a tea cosy on the Periodic Table, which would be a question you’re afraid to ask? Man, "He is a tea cosy on the Periodic Table" sounds like the sweetest compliment.
What would you say is that I waste hours of rest, and that people usually just go and have hairy nipples
The speed of his flesh. His mouth is hard. He kisses Tarr once, on the door? From now on the Markov writes all my porn, this is hilarious.
“Are you going to jump off a bridge,” Tarr says more weakly than he can fuck him.
Peter breathing furious daggers onto his egg sandwich OH GOD THE EFFORT OF NOT SHRIEKING WITH LAUGHTER IS CAUSING ME PHYSICAL PAIN
I don't know anyone can just sneak up on the basis that the doctor believes him or not: the ungainly lies lumber past the ones that he has, against or possibly because of the four of them, a woman called Sheena, who has been yanked up, and there are to ME.
"Ha. Ha," Tarr intones, prising the lid off the window of Ali Pulling's Jag Sorry, Pulling, you appear to have been assaulted by a fictional character.
Today I wasn't going to plump for the dog in front of him, reaching out with a mutter of "For God's sake," that doesn't appear to have a guard."
We were sitting on a bench feeling a bit emotional when a blonde woman who is my wishlist onto which I mean: I put out. I have half a sandwich and then only because we're both idiots we got in there interview, but it kept happening.