-~Say Goodbye to Yourself~
�Buddha found enlightenment to get away from you.�
Latte Emerson traced the idiocy of blimp master�s cock forward curved paths in hay, gathering excursion forms hell dawn; a majestically swollen distance augmenting the far beyond reach of still unpaid for lame ass oxygen porch. At Pumpkin Green, Mr. Birthday threw gold nuggety, a multi-dimensional response to immediate jerk reaction against the cause Old Granny Bitches jumped off the mall. Grandmother toss over the second floor balcony with regularity now, horse limbs exceptionally disjointed and cracked disposing never having been used in abandon play.
�That ambulance is early. We won�t need it for another ten minutes at least.� Pumpkin Green gestures as cavities bust.
�I think we�ll be requiring medical assistance much sooner than you think,� Mr. Birthday firmly laid out in unmanly curl, former pearly upwards the fragrance of the creeping floor. Thistolic obvertons meets well-expressed throat quillage; alarmingly effective pharmaceuticals left seesawing scarlets along the majority of tight bottoms.
Nickel Examiner clutched him, a funeral parlor somehow every other corner stands.
�These motherfuckers are wearing chaps!� he dropped his call radio into a cruddy puddle. �I'm like, staying here? The fuck I am!� He lately wore diapers chiefly to keep up with them.
�I keep on walking, right? A toy store, wait�what is he dropping before that horse for?� Moving forward, another mortuary? Christ!
�The cleaners, more cleaners,� identical lets for a quarter century.
"Hey, you're late. You're late!" Goodluck Wicker Frog fell palm-faced onto the soaked stack pillow leaving heightened porch cements askew above an abandoned sail bike.
"No one's going to come here. No one cares." Nickel Examiner released Mr. Birthday from his doubled up squid grip, all coiled to go.
�Last year was the showdown. This is the fallout. Let's just try to squash this in one meeting.�
Eager to explain no truth nor loving ways to patients, Pumpkin Green contentedly replaced the derivate malison hanging bag from opposite water head, her discomfort abruptly took fingers post d�colletage, �oh heaven�s cold!� living house crossways, shaken painstakingly. With itself or other hands zygomatic tracing, she distinguishes no in loving ways, a rapt expurgatorial before the inelegant stasis of one renegade medical photographer G.P Skittles� stenciled lead curtain. Unfree suspension means already the barely reactional plotted forced awakening. Stuffed with the adoration of disgraceful youth, proudly throw out acetabulum in the fornication cycle.
�A lunchbox with a heart in it!� Goodluck Wicker Frog proudly publicized, interrupting everything as the movable porch brisked about the curb roundly. Fanning out before discovery the stretched arms by tawdry groomsmen, bright lilac nausea in green production forest all ingloriously rushing towards a lid; glistening pocket gore filled wafery envelopes set uniformly pressed upon the dirty green glass.
�Whuz up?� Worth Sidestream Elevated Pool Aeration Station croaked from behind a self-made degeneracy of topiaries.
�I�m slimming down for my casket!" Living, he volunteered to spend days looking into womanly bird eyes for the salvation of crumbling bodies among most other things I still bow haunt.
Days eventually arrive for those who possibly been dead for covered in blood said arising, �Ok, really big if..., but to kidnap anyone, it will be for me to wear these�my sylphan ossuary gift shop pajama bottoms for."
Rose branching cologne trees commencing to decamp broad dripping stripes, running neatly out of entrapped loops; hobbled together in a shared bed, necessitated waving in passing to an idiot in public.
If wild cooling effrontery maps once removed frosticular permeate off the smart grave set Pumpkin Green and her proscribed friends carried banned cherries around, every day parade torture dedicated to cuddles never devoided into blind alley conflagration, to dedicated cuddles another hollow bouquet; "I�m getting my cyanide prescription refilled as soon as possible. These ablutions are maddening!�
Coiffed, down the block friend Latte Emerson would enjoy hypodermic action with silver spined unicorn.
Goodluck Wicker Frog remained summer girl at hurt's insistence.
�You guys can all blow kisses to my raunchy puddings! I�m slimming down for my casket.�
-~Say Goodbye to Yourself~
�Buddha found enlightenment to get away from you.�
Latte Emerson traced the idiocy of blimp master�s cock forward curved paths in hay, gathering excursion forms hell dawn; a majestically swollen distance augmenting the far beyond reach of still unpaid for lame ass oxygen porch. At Pumpkin Green, Mr. Birthday threw gold nuggety, a multi-dimensional response to immediate jerk reaction against the cause Old Granny Bitches jumped off the mall. Grandmother toss over the second floor balcony with regularity now, horse limbs exceptionally disjointed and cracked disposing never having been used in abandon play.
�That ambulance is early. We won�t need it for another ten minutes at least.� Pumpkin Green gestures as cavities bust.
�I think we�ll be requiring medical assistance much sooner than you think,� Mr. Birthday firmly laid out in unmanly curl, former pearly upwards the fragrance of the creeping floor. Thistolic obvertons meets well-expressed throat quillage; alarmingly effective pharmaceuticals left seesawing scarlets along the majority of tight bottoms.
Nickel Examiner clutched him, a funeral parlor somehow every other corner stands.
�These motherfuckers are wearing chaps!� he dropped his call radio into a cruddy puddle. �I'm like, staying here? The fuck I am!� He lately wore diapers chiefly to keep up with them.
�I keep on walking, right? A toy store, wait�what is he dropping before that horse for?� Moving forward, another mortuary? Christ!
�The cleaners, more cleaners,� identical lets for a quarter century.
"Hey, you're late. You're late!" Goodluck Wicker Frog fell palm-faced onto the soaked stack pillow leaving heightened porch cements askew above an abandoned sail bike.
"No one's going to come here. No one cares." Nickel Examiner released Mr. Birthday from his doubled up squid grip, all coiled to go.
�Last year was the showdown. This is the fallout. Let's just try to squash this in one meeting.�
Eager to explain no truth nor loving ways to patients, Pumpkin Green contentedly replaced the derivate malison hanging bag from opposite water head, her discomfort abruptly took fingers post d�colletage, �oh heaven�s cold!� living house crossways, shaken painstakingly. With itself or other hands zygomatic tracing, she distinguishes no in loving ways, a rapt expurgatorial before the inelegant stasis of one renegade medical photographer G.P Skittles� stenciled lead curtain. Unfree suspension means already the barely reactional plotted forced awakening. Stuffed with the adoration of disgraceful youth, proudly throw out acetabulum in the fornication cycle.
�A lunchbox with a heart in it!� Goodluck Wicker Frog proudly publicized, interrupting everything as the movable porch brisked about the curb roundly. Fanning out before discovery the stretched arms by tawdry groomsmen, bright lilac nausea in green production forest all ingloriously rushing towards a lid; glistening pocket gore filled wafery envelopes set uniformly pressed upon the dirty green glass.
�Whuz up?� Worth Sidestream Elevated Pool Aeration Station croaked from behind a self-made degeneracy of topiaries.
�I�m slimming down for my casket!" Living, he volunteered to spend days looking into womanly bird eyes for the salvation of crumbling bodies among most other things I still bow haunt.
Days eventually arrive for those who possibly been dead for covered in blood said arising, �Ok, really big if..., but to kidnap anyone, it will be for me to wear these�my sylphan ossuary gift shop pajama bottoms for."
Rose branching cologne trees commencing to decamp broad dripping stripes, running neatly out of entrapped loops; hobbled together in a shared bed, necessitated waving in passing to an idiot in public.
If wild cooling effrontery maps once removed frosticular permeate off the smart grave set Pumpkin Green and her proscribed friends carried banned cherries around, every day parade torture dedicated to cuddles never devoided into blind alley conflagration, to dedicated cuddles another hollow bouquet; "I�m getting my cyanide prescription refilled as soon as possible. These ablutions are maddening!�
Coiffed, down the block friend Latte Emerson would enjoy hypodermic action with silver spined unicorn.
Goodluck Wicker Frog remained summer girl at hurt's insistence.
�You guys can all blow kisses to my raunchy puddings! I�m slimming down for my casket.�
