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you know you're in for a treat when great eyes slop together checking out the pirohuetting gravity laying its film over everything, especially the immobility clay that starves a millipede out of its daily jaunt around the square inches. i'd say give it the rights to the wraparound slopes of stained glass, the much more repeaty surface, if it weren't given to dutchess patsy with her brain felt. dutchess patsy trying to will cedar into plaintive moth-talcum, does it wiggle?
after she glazes the exterior of a grocery store with the hemorrhoidal mucus of her three best friends linked by a scholarship and a full set of handcuffs, should i invest in a tricycle? how exorcismic of the prism taking the sunlight from that man behind the humming metal cannisters, intent on skirting the dark summits to his mango-dirge. the two flapjack step step, as i recall, no gourmet peas for the pharmacy, WHIPPY!. hang a leg over the fence with these strings. there now settle on a bed of weeds 1) tell me something about the language of metal canes, words so chunky. thickening we splatter on the webbed walls 2) understand that if i flap continously into an unchewed sky higher than the poltergeist spit, a scream will audio cut into the highlights of a teddy bear-wielding three-footed peppercorn collie, making a spry little movie. the end shows the collie gnawing perniciously, a can of thunderous hormones shooting out the other side of this galaxy's maple colosseum. the producer? al aeronauticals pester is what the card read. on the back: "once digested, eagles cometh, block the road!, must light the furnace and head for the hilly smothering dip section pickatickalickalicks and if it's full (the mono- (you must gather the coverings and apples and buster keaton) spoon) it'll fly." couldn't make or break it. soiled titanium, spoiled antium. i reached for something in the peaty bottoms; the faces grew larger but their millimetres of pressurized noses, chins and foreheads changed colors by design. on the head of that one surreptitious pin the portrait of each and every president of the shark fin soup eatin' (arctic mesophilic) and granule bootstrappin' (honky tonk irregular) chapter in wichita. reaching triggered a hernia. suddenly the whites became red, the rye marble, the sets of toes attached to the new fan oscillated like arsenio hall's index of rotation and oscillation (deluxe edition, mounted and motorized, 1992). someone fired a salvo, someone eeked out a pole vault. had lunch, shook the bandaids and carried on into another unimaginable muttering stumbling crayon-for-food blosh mash.
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