g'dyams paste! m face mmon 3/4 of the license for uruguay's archery...got boxes of red boxes filled with more red boxes with different colors of sand in them, from lumpe, for doctor alx day, and some aluminum. 1/16 carbon, all soap... so great kings of the landfill, come hither and break us free of the whippets that dairy sam gave to us to ransom off his daughter, caught for molesting the duke_of_prunes, minus all gleaming surfaces, under the influence of rapid slicks, in the holiest of straw sheds that had caught on fire a day and a half earlier. we are fresh out of butter, you fuck. you can always sell the extra portraits, day or night, so when you call up that shrinkwrap machine, to cover up your walls and to keep your tomatoes fresh and shit, well, you had lemons, ussr gonna getcha, rooskies are never more hunchbacked than the day you lost the wheelbarrow to macadamia fred, aisle 8, no more tears, get over the lack of ham. 020620 what's it to you? who go blather from