alacritous_spud_jugglers
Irreverent Lovejoy poly saccharides, they proclaim, marching into the hearts of the young eritreans. glops of asphalt pepper your heart: bumpy, no?

don't ask the measure of their distillation; they'll only reply haphazardly with hand waving and ad hocs.

you want true fibers underlying your arguments, but they've run the bus system and the exchange rate on _their_ terms for pico-moments.

the cathode rays are non-negotiable, mon frere.
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paste! the soliciting of ad hawks lead to a neck war, nest war that is, charged by thousand from nooks, crannies, cranberry/yolk dens and all of which sizzled up feathers in large cannisters, papir mecha, stark studded with the culprit of coleman lanterns flinging his unalignable limbs like a terribly designed helicopter on its first run. the ad hawks never had a say. they were too much caught up in the decay of twilight. (so they may have had a say, just never used it. and what is all this hubcappery about having said this and bulldozed the gelatinous frequencies out about onto plantations of heavy ears lumbered through telecasts of harm and chicanery and sugar caneries. by all means) end the parentheses boy! you learn how to whisper in a sawmill? i do oblige the ad hawks be granted their own variety show and let it be swift and may it stay proper and unmolestable.

paint my nuts red and call me a tomato bush!
020812
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