...fluctuate

Jan 14, 2011 04:01

 The camel was walking on the bed and i didn't know what to tell everyone. I decided that it would be in my best interest to milk the moon instead of praying for deer. This was a surprise to some but i slapped the tree so hard that the lips fell off of everyone's faces. Talk about robust empailment. Jokingly we frittered to Joseph's house and ate noodly pies! They were grand and the exact opposite of troublesome. I may rapture.

After feeding a few ducks i laid down and discussed my poetry to the likes of 4 able-bodies females. One of their vaginae opened wide for me and i crawled inside. I felt like i was camping in a tent! "To the extreme!!!" i cried. But the purple scarf was in my face :( I had to run like the wind through a lake of corn.

It's okay though. When she smiled i was able to killer her and then beat her like a stuff mat on your mom's birthday. They all just lie anyway. They can turn emotions over at the flick of a switch and change their minds at the poke of a bellybutton

Wombat culture has become plaid out but i think a mecha-tree fort may be the answer for an eco-friendly butt-fucking.

P.S. I don't like girls. They ruin lives.

stream of consciousness, 2011

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