1.
Ordained
to honest-T your funny bones and frozen marrows;
casual
T's awaiting their submission-mashine runs for the get go.
Training
your pitching with well aimed “Grow-up” throws;
grinning
in the city of the pickled dead cultivated Cow.
Was
that the worth, for what dies a Charley Hebdo?
Was
that ignorance, what blissed the blisters into Blizzards #Metoo?
Looking
an endless motion of faked contemplated Wur-rows...
I'm
Perfect – Imperfect; Perfect-Imp infect;
get
rekt intermission to mediate the context.
The
Alp on your nightmared mountains dismounting...
I'm
Perfect-Imperfect; Perfect-Inc. The INRI intellect
omniscience,
to bend your so serious Om... counting;
so
many things could kill you, but you found bereft!
2.
Modest
T joined the Mossad to molest the K-Mart:
“Why
aren't here any Jewish Ouija boards to call King Saul?!”
As
soon as the co-worker said: “But alas, I am..!” the Jew impart
ran,
like the devil was after him, or the demon of Skeua did fart...
He
assumed a new ID and called itself Trans-Dim Paul;
oddly
enough, his handkerchiefs started to repel the haul
of
any vendor, he would try to visit for a free reward!!
I'm
Perfect – Imperfect; Perfect-Imp infect;
get
rekt intermission to mediate the context.
The
Alp on your nightmared mountains dismounting...
I'm
Perfect-Imperfect; Perfect-Inc. The INRI intellect
omniscience,
to bend your so serious Om... counting;
so
many things could kill you, but you found bereft!
3.
Heatseaking
the blue checkmark for Zuckenberg or not Zucker-Zwerg;
to
ZZZ a new anon hastag rascal raceflag, repeating the platinum records
with
copy-paste and omit the contex to: “Lay waste, inlay on waist”
Sucker-works.
The
three T's hooked up at pizzahut, what got hacked by Hackenstein
dorks;
they
there shouting: “We are VR, We R! Lanowars, but nobody played cards
anymore,
so they D&D account had no funds and had to be foreclosed. Shards
of
Alara promised to take care, bnt it came out, that they there
fake-Wert!
I'm
Perfect – Imperfect; Perfect-Imp infect;
get
rekt intermission to mediate the context.
The
Alp on your nightmared mountains dismounting...
I'm
Perfect-Imperfect; Perfect-Inc. The INRI intellect
omniscience,
to bend your so serious Om... counting;
so
many things could kill you, but you found bereft!
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