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D\so many ways you could've said, "hey I'm a pumpkin doughnut"
"hey, I'm sparking gibberish"
Oh no, not really, because those are all words in english that you just said.
It's because the copper in the east brings us to our last day on earth where we make sure to pay a visit to the hundreds of people that we know. Even if you hate them or eat chicken with them. They play frisbee with gay pride. Then after this last day on earth, they emmigrate to the moon of gorges. Trying to rely on plastic as a food source and thing to wear. Or maybe pleather. I like my pleather gold nested pants who's blueblirds fly away far to places unknown in the trees, and then come back to me (even though of their demure). She came back whispering to me "the king of noodles is in a yarnbag," I replied, "you're on". So then we played a game of darts with 50 points each, I finally score 100. Tim was a farmer and scored 100 points each. He really should stop stealing sunglasses and lollipops from the next store. The lady next store is of a friendly character. Other than that, she is absolutely horrifyin because of those damn pumpkins flying about this time of the year. Where all vision is clear instead of blurry and all that matters is the harvest moon big and orange. And late night black and white cartoons on cartoon network right after Scooby Doo, where are you? Where are you scooby doo? I though I found you when I was four. George helped me (as I miss him at this moment) when we were sleeping under mommy and daddys covers with a window open and soft breeze coming through. Smelling of oats. It also smelled of the jungle where the wild things are and a faraway land. Then it smelled like a bed boat that helped me fall asleep, even though I was far away from home and out at sea.
"hey, I'm sparking gibberish"
Oh no, not really, because those are all words in english that you just said.
It's because the copper in the east brings us to our last day on earth where we make sure to pay a visit to the hundreds of people that we know. Even if you hate them or eat chicken with them. They play frisbee with gay pride. Then after this last day on earth, they emmigrate to the moon of gorges. Trying to rely on plastic as a food source and thing to wear. Or maybe pleather. I like my pleather gold nested pants who's blueblirds fly away far to places unknown in the trees, and then come back to me (even though of their demure). She came back whispering to me "the king of noodles is in a yarnbag," I replied, "you're on". So then we played a game of darts with 50 points each, I finally score 100. Tim was a farmer and scored 100 points each. He really should stop stealing sunglasses and lollipops from the next store. The lady next store is of a friendly character. Other than that, she is absolutely horrifyin because of those damn pumpkins flying about this time of the year. Where all vision is clear instead of blurry and all that matters is the harvest moon big and orange. And late night black and white cartoons on cartoon network right after Scooby Doo, where are you? Where are you scooby doo? I though I found you when I was four. George helped me (as I miss him at this moment) when we were sleeping under mommy and daddys covers with a window open and soft breeze coming through. Smelling of oats. It also smelled of the jungle where the wild things are and a faraway land. Then it smelled like a bed boat that helped me fall asleep, even though I was far away from home and out at sea.