I digress, to aggressive orderly conduct on the duct-tape recorder.
Can I stalk and yandere your Monika in my mind. The unsus wan Kenobi
met Jesus in Anjou and Navarra too wager who is more Cis Lord than thou.
Deus ex Maxima laminated the illuminated glass-pool cealings.
The Carbon Copy of Fire Hydras in a rip-off Diablo there waterfighting
and bending the reality to be a work in progress. A mouthful of hoarse raddish
and jalapenjo on your cojones. Black Lives Matter in Arthur Conan Doyle
could save the daily messenger spammer from a heart attack. Just shut up the feed
and pull the plug to sniff some: "Roses are Socialist Red; Violence is Blues;
if you don't pay them attention -- they gonna be the Holy Fool!"
Corrupting my Corsair sheets, what tried to hot-take on Kierkegaard, to wrap up
my shits and mail it to the Smithsonian Institution for Contemptuary Anonymous Artistry.
to censor my lips into Hellraiser and play Rubics Cube on this Tesseract Jig Saw puzzle.
Cum Out Cum In There ever you are, Here's Johnny Cage to White-Martian Combat
your pronouns and hit your balls. Who's gonna Goro on my way, to deny my prowess?
Profess the progress, I transgress any obcess-pool who died and wanna be Jesus-King.
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