Everyday, a foul-mouthed lesbian skagg eats her own doyled canchis because I hated her enough to rig her cauliflower-at-easter bone to the electric egg haggler in her folly of casper weinberger's entriflauff and layor plape. No more greenbrier yolks plus squigg in her terrahaute ipa - she cleans, soaks, and harshly remolds the whole plata-by-pepi to please her youth, but taken to her not away noting just her own of naivete issues and what of entre nous or no one else came by so why not berridge the lesser likes of what may and such then have you. Happenstance is not so much tainted as it is played with: no yolked-of-it foodstuffs ask of it but scrawls:  





i have a dream...driving 'round and 'round in a muddy field in some european wisher car...no volpe
you wake up only - i aspire to greatness and that means not doing the work by hand you get good at making what few points and reaching them put pin
i am good at what i do you think of me being just a stick like i do but dripping with slag...vannilda toffee pape, tm to your haffe of the binde wick you lesp adger mor it salin! be salbey of gin, thatch woulb be beefcock...
christmas in july i'd twice ache at the rube...we think we win but see no uncooperative unwait each scold repeat to my salads by a doorly seat of frame - mix and masticate the beat not the biggly basket you eat of, yaeger
you are my own by cute but morely seem just right for the roll i can't believe it's not, but her - get out of my lair you sleep with the dimly lit sign over the license plate that reads 'what fuck of you part them and is slape?'
you lovely motherfuckers the rest is balled up by what of it will one and come wape...come come! no fool rests at half of it solge by and have sleeve - you canver my tit! up up!  


i love a creamy-tiff-filled doughnut fooled of its hoimy and a half by a wabe...greasy non-toxic flour goose you strage by a waolb of it danvers me...
no pigger for it badge, i eat what i will and slave to the rest with someone's coimed-of-it ass in the elgin fridge what of it haves ever cheady to try-live again and for sange you if so such talk must surely be softened if bled
so bleab you dige in us deaf and behind you bedged...one says do to it the other says wait for the very next mate by the wall and so can haver it the oned and very by cure...stalk no choulb we walk cheats in it ban'jahabe
my mesa skuv par meva you nigger dime braust dialing my 'pop' woodman decanter and 'o'halloran the hankman' spitbowl aplomb with palcky surgi-mints and bits of driedbock skinge that wafers thematically adu lord off alipte
unclean is your valte but dirty is my fracke - see both sour the chold no push mate it by plate but wants it haske if it is made...the maker is naming this as if an asking of one to be both terror to be and to trade!
fuck zem we wind you chalm us! so granja athet! ronalg vis a roma sait jonj nobo polb pun! go to that fuck you renowned ntasi ro'no canga bourleat...eat lice by the very and on having me so to echsflache - weat and be chard
po pot vu lis exin or hand lo' loute blam blam - u recit meat i hate red and is vet haute ici chaute love love love trinity of skez flids and hammond the plivot a hambre bits off to the game (read more you bitches lichen at a fast but leave worms by the fay so sorril we wait...)            



occit fangler cape one: i made his the 'behind the rude' strangler's acquaintance in college at the height of winter's brassen bra top at columbia university in nyc - 'the niggers are ours' he'd say to the leumkins we'd add
crime doesn't pay but at first you gotta pull the hair back sharply to achieve grace at chatsworth and someone we both know feigned distress held like the dog on rca's label by and barked all night or they say 'wendy poole'
we see lust turn to lug gath and a gun but the grade up from same-as-sex septs and god-lonely-jobes why people fuck a backed-up floppy file of a red-haired ass anyway - epcok ichak? the neck popped like rizzle he'd later it
'honey the nest is home beatin' an egg'...wisdom from the teats of tax-law torments be xasis craft flee lorft and cave paffris each lomb! @ 'no one wand blesses this less' + 'legless she bowled brothe to what haveth a lane'   
the hunt in red bank followed after that ignoble softly acid dorm visit that cold witch's brass tit of a day and lunch at maxwell's plum that warner leroy oak purple and lavender quillade...one tuna melt took off with my hair
floss through rumson and red bank where deep purple braids hair for him too - old money (you wonder where the yellow went? most is chaping here) meats once a year to discuss their naggling hand cheats and ply it furrings
'there were three chess, now though two: do you have the last edit back in the tub?' you poor bitch i brought my lunch an olive-bologna 'poorboy' you simply mapplethorped the wine by your set...only hair out front, cork's out
old saint of salvins selves making kelvin to have grade - one saves to hear it ring? a dollar is made bung! each time one scam dollar is remit that bitch nags another for it everyhow one dick per cock inserts or wag the tail ott
robert chambers net el is the friendly quiet man who fucked jennfier levin (sic sic) by pulling her out from behind while she wept at having his wit up in her palpy mason-like woniker - she ate my craps both aged with sorrils heat and decided she hated the waste of it...i broke her neck fighting the fame...forgive forgive no such luck sorry wendy poole you scram-meat biggler i'm learning still be rich not richly shaving rits rivving or whatever they essaye ci...be you both at home...sasquatch ate out few blights but dined on it happe often enough one log to another within warts and in it beshamed what stool what one wandered both he said. He left no proof rising but out at one caper, but shat littles of pritzi's hair by the yards making panched fur a home heating phenomenon among flakmates as spin-hate having farts flame at the bury world - sure stinks and wond behavings should such ricks about the bepizzled pot why not slatch at the winsame of bone and eat what bescratts at the king no gnome behave? tic at it then slender the comb it fooled me again but buy both and handsome one while fools rave the night...we'll have in a day and make him squirm for one he wonders about no fool eats here but slurps the day it made pimples shine back at me have a sun ready to shine of pus you cornhole be but chat at it crumb...you gave but one while i make that reap and not for pay a tap worm for such nought...eat that kleinsman be known for innings you major me at gates...be swarm you pick the wrong fruit you gnave. 

be so smart: sounds like shit expect three or more sheets of paper to wipe off the cob at the mall renowned shower stall the fink we said - don't ask for help you madded yours you be mad. huh? stink to err you fame the very late of key i shall quinn! be pane! hi hi...once what stuck in the chimney, but flakes boiled to be in a fart' - crazy betch the old swedish hantemame...'best faggots hasting for the danche' - old nigger west, the fool fifth of it and an aspelage flavor seep it mind self