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You got that square?
Oh how he hated the feedstore!
Future visions of stamens and fistulas-- orgiastic album cover landscapes, part marshall, par gland-- lapping seedy banks of spill and after-rinse; grime and piss and red velvety undercrotches just awaiting the exhale to finally exhume and sigh and wriggle whitebelly up, fetid poultering, bad chin, weak upholstery, mildly acrid in pigeon bicker and dick.
Windy wence?
China upply. S'ed and heard, (H)'eeded and died.
They stole the art and beat his eyebrows into compliance and occupied palestine. Along those lines, none could proffer details, nor would curtains reveal their tenderlings and pinkeye adds-aged and the sorority of foreverumoan, wails included!
You got this box finger appliqué and the sheets would tire or fallow read the hectagram season with threeshot pill caps and weekly bone supply (milk). Calcitrate bastards chalked along equivalent straightaways to bind weavings with the hairknit; gorging and grotesque, jolly fingers to the nail, satch and roe shyness.
Heidi fingered on the dither happening, you could coil it a sly while away, digits under lung, and a sheep setting unlike the any of other many yew. I could tether the seal, betraying this T as a scowl or fakir tense, but dislike grew a notch further when the beards came out. It had that feeling, somedays. And others were bitter as none.

(eyes used for tooth support)