Grrr balming rhyming, its purchase is purposive. Jobs timing necks mar
birds' calling. Tapped in to info, rued gags for data blips. Redder.
Pound a soda class-engine, lent root a blinking FREE. My sigh gets
hotter, paste in a bland feeling. Brunching. Bum hobby brews nothing:
and a Rumpke dungeon.
Sshh calming writing, its purpose is purchases. Bombs thru my legs are
turds falling. Spat out the Draino, chewed a bag a catnip. Cheddar.
Found a load a passages, went thru them frequently. I cry for the
water, displaced & unfeeling. Crunching. Somebody do something:
plan a fucking luncheon.
