Made tragically on a phone
They're rugged! Maine, meaty!
Darting eyes conceal no one and nothing with the frivolous amenities brought forth by the most chronic paroxysms. Crates beside thyself for the ridden elf atop the shelf (Maureen) can spew forth episcopal polyrhythms and subdued key-ness.
Sitting atop a bowl of pesticides and a smearing of narcotically-based radians (the parlor was too full for it to sufficiently handle with the onset of a Bane-Area cornerstone flailing itself incessantly amid the most notorious wheelers and jets the world has ever known with a bone) can secede to the bearing of the name of Wichita-My-Never (gratuitously, intuitively). War-like chanting in the bay area for the forlorn estate of coagulation (sordid horses, advisers they are not, bot) can ferment your cornered-stones from gathering meat and dust (must) and debating reality with a wig twig... Screenings are excluded from lexical errors, notwithstanding the Creole formation-coroners.
A weak effort, at best. Succinctly and definitively expressing the machinations of my slurred mind as a sordid process of inaccurately typing a few damned words on a keyboard can coalesce into an overall frustrating experience at the hands of a Wilmington barber with nothing else to really harbor except some ardor for an arbor.
The eyes begin the vibrate, sneeringly, effectively... insensitively. I was dressed in a mage, phage. Get on my page.
A tired, slurred, and tired mind full of slurs and tiredness[edit | edit source]
“Maureen would gladly help you out with those cherry bags over there by the foregone bit of reality over there in all its decrepit glory.”
Dramatic cancellations for the nearest carbon bar fielding spree (see the tree for more details relevant to the Freudian discussion) can peeve the sleeve for those who wish to find a quantum of malice lacking a wherewithal for fruit entanglement (Carlsbad has animals for you, in the meantime, and those jungle restaurants are vaguely memorable). I tried and failed to heed his words anomalously and ANONYMOUSLY, but the wreathe of garlands profused incriminatingly. Crunchy baritone monks were rather fragile in this time of the millennium, but fear not; thorough paradigm shifts brought on by the rejuvenation of a water drop (crackle) can set aside all the phones for a while