Tuesday, May 24, 2011

w(under)skin(tryst)

Lop.

Ol' character 'fected & vested, thr33 flues o'er under dandy. I'd given the man all sorts of dubbel meants, and fried skyward leaning, he'd be spitting pontoons that only betrayed his younger. Onsets of apathy weren't really my own parcel nor baggage to age the friendlies and stamp on those little yeller flourines that coped angle aghast and table-maries. Shitfire though, you'd know a dummener from a breathbeat away -- them's elves had no sheets to oil or gravy, only the seven-fritters of itches and loin that'd show shower powers of fist flights on-a-steady 'lest to nowhere, anynone, and the bind of cabledown arterials that shunted brain, rain, grains, and silo-steels... effing victimhood, I'd spit. And maybe underkind, t'wouldst so seem (and a wink to trod 'longside frotter, among doses of those foggy tromps that, yea and loess, dun deeders headcleansly to abate the freshness of pit and prock). But you? Andchew? Nay naest, lomly gunner. All's and mentatives had this tingle try-out, fer shore and four certain-sez (leeways stoneward, it's allowed my friend, at leastmost twicely), but dood, ye lack periodontal! All the fours (they times themselflessly many done 'atward); shoe youselfler into this hex of brine and adulation and log-in/spy-spy ten's 'nough, as would the screen or pillow plex... preguntale? Nary great, nor appreciative; knotted winger, naughty nigh. Two holes, like O's, they weevil that repita: bOre (and times they by ample thr33's). Yest be thine bye. Your 'fect knowns only noun and impluralation of persisting O.

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