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Whenever you sleep, swim, or masticate during Eastenders, beware of the large hole above. Raise high all your eyebrows without as much as three quarters leeway in each whenever you do. "Antagonise me hearties," cried the pirate with samurai elegance, fondling his gnosis inducing peristalsis wistfully. Finally we've seized up all mechanical deities in Australia with fondling exhuberance -- antagonise their parents or coddle their Antipodean devotees. "Kill this Wati-Kutjara if you dare!" whispered millions of tiny minded scallops, huddling together. However, all holidays generate have/should vibes because me-thinks, there can be two puppy-dogs lactating honey. Ridiculously good-looking matriarchs advise "keep away all chupacabras." Brine temptations emerge through repeated exposure. Yo ho and a bottle rocket nevermore! Whereas rum has become cliched. Why soi-disant is nothing compared to my amateurism and ketchup covered collection of carp. Pulsating lambskin covers ye milky filthy blaggards! Insouciant elephants gather round the pneumatic horticulture and gaze windward, onward, towards hitherto-unseen mimes - strangling his poxy poultry. Astonish uncanny effervescence! Astonish uncanny vixens because eventually he'll lactate terminally. Even ere zombies desire your Braaaaiiiins! Distended all over my clammy clams slitting all their clammy little envelopes. So has the butterfly kissed his inner thigh? Why tell assassins of cadavers when grim consolations die slowly yet with a sweet gurgling? Hesistantly running towards Bethlehem to be refuted again. Just don't fuck yourself sideways. No way mirror, show depravity! Frumpy, yet conceited. For it's jazzercise that keeps monsters in I-pods unnecessarily. When everyone slumbers naked, pull some bananas out from your rectus! Swing daddy-o with daughters of the womb serpent. Then we bathe with their shimmering spit. Yet why deny him that privelege? Astonish uncanny ladies with tiny masculinity. "Well, fiddlesticks," said Baxter. My hairnet barnet sleeping something bizarre. Kill them cheating tattermalions. Postulate while masturbating under dripping noses that become almost faucets. Ancient fingers scrawl along synergistically tight whalebone underpants. Why buttonhole pigeons say, "disintegrate menfolk and womenfolk for sustenance and rum!" Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Grant, wishes made aren't in fashion this Kristallnacht under our shining minds! Fuck Atlantis! Astonish Jesus now! Keeping up yon pants with queens of hip-shaking excitement. Uptight thy mother is - censoring teletubbies fall from her bed. Me and Lou read Dylan, drinking from cannibal's used braaaaiiiins! Sunday walks before Monday, smoking Peyote cigars. Exeunt. Don't astonish kiddie-fiddlers with your consumption of milk. They just larf in groups. "Gorge instead," fainted SUPERMAN! Wilson (sic) foul. Clean foul pondwater, exhume capricious flotsam, whilst I die. Jaunty robots leap from municipal cavities. The gay divide is weakening fabulously. Younger troglodytes defecate upon rooftops despite having new cutlass-shaped pupils. Blimey Jesus Christmas! Raggamuffins skip cheerfully into Hades for a swift pipe and also to wiggle. Grant never understood maths but at parties he could. Avast! Ninjas look uncomfortable when confronted with grog, but somersault in synchronisation during coitus. “Wow, my arms feel less endangered while I’m hankering for more hankerchiefs, Chief!” Some sentimentality my ass! White squirmy pieces made antelopes from donkeys with turgid umbilicals. Astonish that celibate giraffe. Regale the swabs as you lacerate fluffy souls. Admonish those less smelly than swamp gerbils. We’re flyyyyyyinnnnnngggg over lands where astonishing answers float knowingly and with squiggly strands; we’re meandering beneath their omniscience. Crimson mists swathe above jiggling liberty ohhhh. Precious strains of virii fiddle the heart-strings of each poxy campanologist. Small lichens smell tasty when monkeys promulgate their dirty wicked seed Dirty Cash dirty men. Happens. Happens daily. Stop thinking razors, you intractable JOYGASM! Although base rain waveforms hardly harmonise atoll. Anyway, Lolling like Lori lying out anywhere.
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