Aesop Ipsum

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Sit and sweat bullets on a console

Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making, carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders, stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors, carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature. Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones, could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed, veteran angler with a mission to run, make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues. Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement, two sticks to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement. I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects, consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched.

  • Ok, I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
  • Pinball whiz in a thimble of Sims
  • Iron clad oracle test three COM unit disperse silently
  • Edgy from elevensies to megabucks
  • Fraggle rock your four figure watch
  • Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator

Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perennial tenants discouraged in. Discussing my four-season flourishing. Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan, the tapwater's on, the water's off, the water's leaking.

Candid once position from which instigations spawn

I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. Please hold for the don't-play dull boy, click: I am not a page or a pull toy. Came in the door and the floor is lava, killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell. 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. Close encounters of the first kind, contact cursed minds skies red. Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs, over whim and worry flurried on your sidesteps.

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! This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl.

Axis pivotal point spun all to often

Let 'em shake a little, then release 'em, like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion. What a long capitol crust, gallop my charriot burning and awful enigma, sprung by the sling of David appears gutterbug batch, prior to hatch, dismiss it as a soul condensing, excuse to decorate maps with thumb tacks this gold star product, pushing hate boogie themes enter the smoke screen blazing saddle remnants. In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile, tenants embeded within synthetic inclination. We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks hook simple Samaritans' eyes buried in books.