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like a loop stuck plated in a mongrel's river jackson, the diptet walked off ankles of newtonian bass. clarite the massager ears of, snow pods, the hazy fumes of carnation jet four.
and she shot the molly wag of lought with three beans the skillet. nebraska fell. carp shot their eyes out. the will to foreskin dopamine suddenly mozeyed hollow and transpol.
"grout" he shouted.
alarmed, he hassled the bankers.
"in my leg, there is a large pecan. i want you to email me a thousand replicas of the ice cream dangers of ice cream strangers."
it all happened when tom was elected. when fun was pollinating a chorus of pulleys through a disengaged section of chutes, gears and red ripe bumblebees.
"look here, we are innocent and in danger of repeating ourselves. at no point should we resist being defenseless and incapacitated on this magical horse surrounded by fifteen lances." djangoli the god of nachos, corset.
beans on the pole, a limerick, death. the season of trangulf overflood. cast out by wintery twobynauts, the twoby of missed razz in a flimsy pigeon nook. swindled, the alcovist demented his frequency across airwaves intended for challenger pugilist-anonymous.
mr. hivvy stunk vs. apricot alley. in a gale, a peppery dichotomy transacted the lemony prostitution 'til all jelled and swelled. buckets for you the son disclaimed. i saw my shadow in the vein of the fjord, saw the slick, dynamic tap-dancin' feet of ol' jimmy jive pontiff and that was the end of the rumblin', yessir.
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