Hello Generals! I've been crimson and dormant inside the nearly corpulent king of me. Hounding for adverb ill-advised writ to move like a trivet caught spokesman on XXX integrity. Left piece of stained tupperware, you will be missed.
All these short car rides of jumbled up communication cutting off buses with rights on reds, gobbled up like banquet style itinereries at a Tony Robbins seminar, Fat Cats and silly puddy make-believe milk carton crates projecting disaster through carpet-tunnel Picasso paintings on Mayor Daleys pocket discipline, four story fame, where is the media camera, televise. project. potently available for the shoot. flash. action. integrity.
Building forts and playing Doctor, herr Doktor; a little lower. Fascinating features enclosed in digital envelopes, waiting, and revived, 3-D glass desires, and pruerile, and carved out of dial-tones to be 3 minute black outs, over and over, and keep running downstairs Justin the breaker doesn't measure up to the reputation I fill on the stereotypes and high-standard Sinatra shock evening expectations I setup for myself regularly. Think back to flash backs, your cocaine predescession, heroin speed balls....I never indulged. Mescaline and mushrooms, capsized tiles and waterfall posters melting into the summer afternoon life-size statues that never were what I saw they were. Was it the gnomes who told you no more LSD?
Destination Flag Staff junkie, ski-slope trip to Indie drummer, chumming blood for a surfers' dream summer job, if you when you speak it's 80% lies that's a lot.
Backwards hat for numbers worn out by number one; and I'm so involved with the providence the transparency is delicious and quite appealing, evolution, height provided I'm more than adequate, operating the Jewish Machinegun comes naturally, especially during the Knish and Cappucino Connection...Byer-Be-Wear. Nouvelle Obey. No irony in fashion. I'm cursing the street signs staring down Idaho from across town in an accident filled head light drama party in lofts too messy to over crowd with conversations about the under-garments that haven't been mentioned soon enough.
I'm not leaving, but I crave the wage. Does the dub-sound system come in 6's? Jim it better be better to leave out for some Revenge before the in-laws soil your petri-dish predictions on how bad laying on the couch will really turn out to be. Being fun never came cheaper. Over-indulge me, please.
Lady, try to push the measure settling cracked open mouths on the chemical compound cure, fuck me up and punch me in the face. Was blood not in the cards? But I'm soo colorful. After life I trade in vine, divinity of the foul divine. Such a tragedy come to rash. Such chords. Such spells. Hors d' ervs anyone?
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