Wednesday, April 16, 2014

hump change for a leggy tid

The snow fell and that kid in the back couldn't hut the fuck up wouldn't you know, or Dan; or said staid methods of imprinting shirts, you gotta get out more, so, I mean, so-so or up-down liable, speaks the sim card and leftover layover under teeth and canyon gapes, you knew they would: with pithy titles in place for next lessons glare, lists, concert-like, stock taking tickets nighty neat all the tie you bet, you gonna be it just teary-eyed, right, right, you be you, and I just have to today, this once is a get out sublime just waiting and breezy, and this stork landing hefting wades as cumbersome tithes.

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