Tuesday, September 27, 2011

3D

Oh me. I've taken me out. Do look at these legs. O my gosh. Mine is a bent image. My figure is out sketched. Longly living, dog-headed pigs can fight their tally men. Over moon over, cats licking fingers on faces. Eeking protruding side of my fingernail. Necklaces hurt. Fried eggs boil in my tummy. Nickage fabulous art cheese foreskin bully homo shaved Nicklace, presbyterian oaker label Facsimile machine.
Oh mother, time ain't right. The time of night to clip off sections of grown myself. Figure out my math questions. Time is now. On motherly loving, suitcases of toddler piss open and spill like horses down shiny floors and their guts spike foremen with foreceps on singular shingle applesause snack desk maker fellow.
Hello, biddy. A fine brain you have cooked out. Nice world behind the shades of insistance, buckeroo. Taco beatle, my malign tongue stowe Tacoma, when why locate. Practicer practical, MOMA, flick it. Shimmy ocular peeper, Nipple Ouch AMOA sackrace temple bob tap dangle power throb. Actual tie freezer zits impress knowledge. Sacksual to mean moderate too tuneup. In tomes, lying forceful bunks, laptop ear wipe
Secondary near bonding, a life full option. This faded little more

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