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and the shit dose fly when the moon is full'ed with amitra
dear god. since cristmass eve i have been Fucked on chiba and absinthe near non stop.
* the ulcer in my stomach and the pserosis of my liver say 'happy fucking new year everybody!"*
devout unintentionalism cannot say for sure but shineing on the uncorrect" to seem in the begining to be about" cramed itself between the bedowins cartrack as he was driving down a suq in marakech.
coalition drug forces straped to the teeth with fire and steel force of blade shaped reighn, came down to the foothils of Chiapas and began the peacefull slaughter of everytone thought it coulndt be done before kid of gal to lay in the corner of the esoteric structure in a pool of her own day wasted life blood.
health vibrations from the old bruja exactiing her tate` mio upon the unssuspecting teretorialism that eminated from his back hand window pane to scream ' fucking furry testicals alive!" to an elderly couple buyiung groceries for their visit with their astranged son who left to try and cach a feel without the name of yloh this and yloh that .
candlestick audiosequential hum of a rye grain smile fromthe kick it god from being boiled in the bathtub with many others of its size
intense boughts of hiccups brought on by the silly old man with the finger that likes to go wandering into unknown territory making a drection where love comes out of a little boy and girl
another bookand made for televison movie were produced on his story: loreado aint the town it used to be.
umplug televison monitor the candle vibrations so they dont interupt the family fromtrying to understand what is being handed to them on a lovely diploma sized dinner plate.
saran oil tree fowl stench at the waters edge searched the cove but couldnt find
none. then went to the boat,and there, ready to cast off in horror helltight manipulations she sat in her cold: her hands grasped tight atround the oars
ashcanrecditals of long forgotten hens of the brood came Together to make a palce inside fantastical dread comingover from houndog atiquities under belt destend for the scrap heap of fruitless amercian passtimes.
queer individuals making sharp comments to their misjudged recruitments to save the skin shaved off in a fight for venesualian onterfit moneymarket prototype xposure to the suns radiation. one bump. two bumps. three bumps...
dear god. since cristmass eve i have been Fucked on chiba and absinthe near non stop.
* the ulcer in my stomach and the pserosis of my liver say 'happy fucking new year everybody!"*
devout unintentionalism cannot say for sure but shineing on the uncorrect" to seem in the begining to be about" cramed itself between the bedowins cartrack as he was driving down a suq in marakech.
coalition drug forces straped to the teeth with fire and steel force of blade shaped reighn, came down to the foothils of Chiapas and began the peacefull slaughter of everytone thought it coulndt be done before kid of gal to lay in the corner of the esoteric structure in a pool of her own day wasted life blood.
health vibrations from the old bruja exactiing her tate` mio upon the unssuspecting teretorialism that eminated from his back hand window pane to scream ' fucking furry testicals alive!" to an elderly couple buyiung groceries for their visit with their astranged son who left to try and cach a feel without the name of yloh this and yloh that .
candlestick audiosequential hum of a rye grain smile fromthe kick it god from being boiled in the bathtub with many others of its size
intense boughts of hiccups brought on by the silly old man with the finger that likes to go wandering into unknown territory making a drection where love comes out of a little boy and girl
another bookand made for televison movie were produced on his story: loreado aint the town it used to be.
umplug televison monitor the candle vibrations so they dont interupt the family fromtrying to understand what is being handed to them on a lovely diploma sized dinner plate.
saran oil tree fowl stench at the waters edge searched the cove but couldnt find
none. then went to the boat,and there, ready to cast off in horror helltight manipulations she sat in her cold: her hands grasped tight atround the oars
ashcanrecditals of long forgotten hens of the brood came Together to make a palce inside fantastical dread comingover from houndog atiquities under belt destend for the scrap heap of fruitless amercian passtimes.
queer individuals making sharp comments to their misjudged recruitments to save the skin shaved off in a fight for venesualian onterfit moneymarket prototype xposure to the suns radiation. one bump. two bumps. three bumps...