Thursday, November 20, 2008

pontificating sludge

articulated herring

Mixing stealth with missing love inside the wreckage of a fallow field promotes subtle idiosyncrasies beyond the cerebralness of people who arrive at The Olive Garden after 10PM.

Scintillatingly errant

Cheese factories slouch with poor posture much in the same way as other elemental dragons free the bonds of ceremony by kneeling before the spoon of a newborn.

iconic burp


ghost said...

did someone say olive garden? i'll fly if you'll buy.

Zhoen said...

I'm surprized burp doesn't wind up in crossword puzzles more often.