Friday, November 25, 2011

by welling the floor

Three pits, likewise the canary realistically stormed the fragrance unparalleled in oligarchy. Marked whimsical, gaining cartwheel ferocity during explosive thimble caricatures reeling forwards under dichotomous duress. Garrulously placid, enigmas trampled FORTRAN like a Doric perversion selling fake Rolex lunches. Cycling under screwed by the penultimate cerebrally vented wretch elocutes gastronomic prime numbered real estate misdirectionally. Phlegm as a deodorant.

1 comment:

Debstar said...

Would green phelgm smell more minty than the yellow, I wonder.