Come on, toke it! Or they maul you, nay?
Sun of a gun, aren’t I cut? Or
it’s just a touchy walk. Are you my nina, cushy taxi, my M.O.? No?
Can’t she hold up carrying a MELODY?
Talking gets us more of it. We made a
hero assign gay dogs
midget pockets. Denigration, mate!
Gotcha. Caught YOU! No matter, yo.
Sebastian’s kite’s a
sexy goner. Tie your
back, man. Night yo-yos
dark agent asides.
Softly, cut the marrow, night. You aid me.
Terror abashed, am I not like a washed up
musical, a cantata cooks go hammer jammer day or night?
Sure, she gotta Sunoco. Sunny kitty had two
mushrooms. Let’s take ‘em in water so no one can watch the nation sag. Hear. You
assure she matters some. Assign his shininess art.
Must you heat up those chiquitas? Sunken walker, you need neither take
caulk or knee his kibbutz anew. Cut the boat
back, tack up Mao in a washing machine’s dock.
Cold that shit, yo.
You’re hammered, mebbe broken. Mama needs
sake to go to synagogue. No way! Yo, she t-shirt may
fuss a gradient.
You’re hairy submarine, man. Nay,
tarry, carry roe. Now. So she suns a gun--no woman, de nada.
Cold cock and row! Knee high bikinis can cut the bad
bukkake down, man. Mo’ gimmes, wha? Ocean! Ow, ducky!
He beats kicks or to the canoe! Cut a baby!
Gimme that morbid war western. The key.
Go wash that, yo.
Grave, go wash that, yo.
Oh my, go wash that, yo.
Cyber makes me climate samples upon candy onions by
government corgis. Ana decorates my
token ass, sunken backwards as
Sasha technically ups the kitchen. Send men! Soaked Canada
cusses at a token nuke. The nuke tote,
token hands shaken, beaucoup wassup.
(you can have shit on a wino hoagie
Smudge, cuz fuckin’
mini cues gotta go. God, I guess you sat there
sucking your megasaurus
annoyance. Ain’t no mirror gonna flashback.
Smoothie, cuz fuckin’
minute keys gotta get shit set
so you can gaze or, uh,
no? He’ s no more a go. Flashback.
Summer caves forgive
many gooey cargos. How I wish you sat there
so you could make up sorry
ennui nomini. Go. Flashback.