just sew, just sew...and right he was. wrong way corigan backed up into the frontway path. the highway was low. but stil...couldn't count on his finger the prints as he walks the seashore to of hemmingway
straighten that mess of cheetos built sky high leaning tower of cards who's faces sneer at the ants below regardless on the ranting mantis and her cruel joke on the poor ant queen wiggling around moaning to help her out of the way
babbling brook told bob that there was too much acid in the rain pouring out of the mouths rivers. Without a paddle the monster was still the monster, and swimming upstream is good. Foley to sprinkle bombs around among lonley owners who are far and wide. What target to hit? Run spoon run! Dogs are chasing, and the fork crossed the finishline first...
my diaper ran the 40 when sparks flew from the cobwebbs. oh spill the hot sauce on a timely fashoin. it all depends if clocks can tick the time and mud dobbers fly into the morning light.
regarding the guards regaurding the doors, the greenbeans in the hamberger pattywagon puked up grren spew and called it green kethup...and, heinzs' new stuff was born... Watch out for sneaky beans=o0
orange winds blow away the crush, as pepsi blue and red help the ulcer with pepsum opposums wander across the road into the coke machine whee shook up it fizzed and foamed and met a sprite who said, "hey you, I'll go get dr.pepper for you"
senseless headless guy stands planted in the mud as his head floats away into pretty pink clouds...as it gets closer it melts into oblivion, and the body falls over...worms crawl in and out and play pinnocle on his shoes, for he has no daned snout now!
How can I keep my thimble celibate? She isn't of the age to go swimming but she always gets wet. Maybe she's just a small cup... upside-down. In any case, she's a lousy pencil-holder.
The a**hole bugholio said it was to nice a nite for fondeling with fantastic fallacys for Finnish fiction. when their are plenty of little blue balls dangling with the large bannana to cute to be with a fondu.
oh...just a lazy day flowing with the melted wax of mind...I float along in a daze...the drips of the stones as they mingle with the wax is always refreshing....
flying through the channel master my hair lying low, i consume many beverages that can recall memories of the past.. oh my gawd, my big toe is sore. feels like a chocolate marshmellow in a tomb.
acording to the thing in my toilet the Aadvark is telling the truth, it a bad year for corn beef. Plant corncobsfilled with chocolate pudding instead. Once in june and twice by your shoe. but beware of the straw man with the elephant for a hat she tends to lie.
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