Cerebral incantations

And the bludgeoning of a curmudgeon would bring about a burgeoning scene of an avidly promiscuous sturgeon disseminating information to its surgeon. Heeding this call to Galatian action would surmise a great degree of difficulty in pummeling a coarsely-ground parsley pig amid looming dangers inherent to the well-being of deferential larynx immolators present at the site of a birthright ceremony involving undisclosed quantities of treetop gremlins (those cretins).

Had it not been for the 42-minute ordeal of the bioluminescent oyster as it descended down the oily staircase (courtesy of kids who get their hands on Vaseline) in its efforts to escape the headmaster's lacquered gaze, there would have not been such an immobilizing shortage of fine-motor control needed to carry out the evermore tedious task of pseudo-philanthropy. Alas, it gave way to pseudo-misanthropy instead. Curse the lobotomies!

Snippets of information made their way down the headquarters down over in the "Shmile Shile" file pile as everything else proceeded to burn and sweat profusely like a magnanimous slice of challah bread exposed to the downsides of being a foraging nomad from Serbia. Distant voices still made their way into the chairs and hairs of the Shmile Shile file pile as the nearby bowl of shell pasta continued to be excessively lathered in Freudian cheese, amassing quite the following of atomic particles flung around from the abysmally far reaches of V'vaotoo without any regard for spontaneous implosion. Such a lack of consideration can only translate to approaching entropy lightly as if it were a cracked glass pony balancing on the tip of a needle. Beetle.

War crimes? More like bore crimes. Don't try to reason it out with those sud-ridden miscreants over there by that broken levee with the war paint patterns. Yeah, the pink one. First, they'll offer you a chance at sublimation, but then they'll draw you in with heterozygote fluids that they claim was extracted from the cacophonous underbelly of a nasal cone belonging to some prosperity gospel sellouts. Disgusting, isn't it?