drop the bomb

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pretend friend ken goes hand in hand with end times
brine shrimps falling on treadmills downtrodden in tapiary trubadoristic flowing flagons
milk the dragon for all it's worth mounting myrh madd hellfire
it's time

It was midnite in lamentation- I was biding time in shore conifer warfare. She was grape but I was Molecular Jesus. Twas a scurried bout of zirking yet the warmth was surface tension of 'x'.

Halibut yearning for soap fetish in fresh water we crave ferrous mirthings and how the bouncing rub of clergy birming is rife in gourd rinse.

I offered the following pulpit oratory in haste of mangy ape bunt :

Adorn calous margin sill
In lent devise waft practal burr cards
Eat more
Druid less