Aesop Ipsum

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So one overlooked the scene including loopholes

Let me put you up on Bob's donuts, controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras. Picture if you will a witching hour on a week night in the trenches, where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven with sprinkles, I know right, yum! I make music and connect color to canvas, swoop down from the trees with potpourris and other bandits. Landed randomly upon the valleys of the grimace, saw my planted leaf start burnin' from the oustide in. While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils. Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program.

  • See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song
  • Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days
  • Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
  • Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
  • Pilot burner riddle of trades, divinity, composers

I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects, consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched. Bantamweight temper tantrum, decrepit anthem, set a low goal, I arrive late.

Edgy from elevensies to megabucks

You're cordially invited to accompany me, in rotations of the tables to label the opposition. As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold, rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement, two sticks to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement. Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan, the tapwater's on, the water's off, the water's leaking. We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise. There is not a track to cherish from he who lacks merit.

I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle, and my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel. Then I settle at a stand still. Let 'em shake a little, then release 'em, like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion.

Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator

Busting accidental dirt bike donuts, outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo, dead before the chubby debutante conquered the high note, schooled by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow. Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land.