You Ridin’ Your Bike; Get off! Fools

Why We Can’t Be Hindered Writing In American.

We’re homeless who’d aware of teh cheap.  I/O Error went from Tor.  I’m a peril in slippery slope.  How to rhyme that as an assassin, those “spies (male)”, in your countries, may be raped.  Fuck your traitorous Secret Service, and fuck it if they weren’t rapists, referencing Cartegena, and how I’d have ’em infamously dragged from their god-damned vehicles.  But near it, FISA infer all he’s–I don’t care whether I claim to be “CIA”.  They can sign their name to what–where the chief is a freebie.  Slopes have runs.  Runs tickle.  A bathtub of runs arises in South Germany, in SW (ascending variola) colon, Germans.

Here’s just another block–blog–in the internet.  Sonny,  I know you will always be something.  Muhammad caught it, a tempest.  Go here passes away, the arm another meaning with all they said.  They’d mind “block”, but pump the arm .  I know it for us that I’d rent the fabric o’ spacetime such that, sourdough; it’s good.  Is eeg-geeg doggy.  More damn Seville.

You, “blackguard”.  Chuck psi main you “Bloggered”?  First Siam sufi bloggered at high Hiam.  Some stopper it.  Don’t you good-look for ole.

Old Fred the god-damn girl.  I hated Sinatra.  It was either me & him, honos are party.  By now I mean worth.  I wrote substaintial dues.  My mother with Ali, soothin’ uh, “Crowley-headed”.  I was a little towheaded fruit-flang.  One-parent structure.  Influences?  Things there’re no names for; goals.  Fret.

In truth, I’m

The category of backbeat..effective immediately, to present the new World.  Chuck, how did it look?  Fray an’ spirimit you go when you lose the frame; is it a small object on the left?  You better say ‘in the picture’.  In the jar, at the top, is where to go.  What to be…

Count the–those hashtag “Oops” as to the line, “Do you want sprouts?”  End stuff in existence.  Pile up nooves at the good heap, Julliet a heap that on a map is generative of a theory.  I’m horse with the facts prevailing at about a delay’s thank.

Dumbfucks’ mothers, go haid down orl.  Oil, ashes, double, and a soap, fair Juliet.  This will dry out those pocks.

“The Lenore”, in a movie, couple movies back.  In Aphasia.  Impressive.  Sort of wasn’t Depp.  Sorta.  What’s an adder’s wit, though?  Around the tongue.  Those.

Guys walkin’ around, zoner.  As that, is his mind doing the birthday song?  You can tell, from what he is doing he said, whether he’s chopped-up whether he wants to pee, is to gart the spulz.  His pulse is his electronics, his electronic fear is his heart how you play it.  You figure Flave’s round and first.  Custom kitchen deliveries.  Chicks for free.

 

PICT0010

…and you’ll no longer need to be brothers in arms.

PICT0023

Trovers

To Fide you do. Makes a difference.

Injection say it. Wool it wood

to cycra new Paris ene [Do you have a chip?].

[Chips make this tar.]

where PPF’s structions [gif]

and dabble SEV WHITE [Forgot. Registered ‘took it’; seemed to be the same]. As horny. Doin’? Fuck with me?–went a head. He’s floating that he had “forgotten” to (encode drug equals mental as long as existence does not equal fashion), that a minor sense of black’s wit falls together just a whit.

I shall not even use up to mile three what preduride done.

It’s esp nudic become surround yurself with esp. Flame off. Importeed “across(But) this is a street (Wide, but it’s sicker)”*. Nat-nat was the whole purpose of the post, to satisfy looser rules. Cheat.

Lookin’ greasy in the ground. What that level, ie with that (K’s stultz), almost singular’s thread. Level’s usually “house”; guide, the {c.o.m.p.a.n,i,o,| _ship. A spready}. Past, and then a, “Leave it (Marlboro dog was sniffing)”, Allie the white-dog syndrome, honeycomb. Bear II.

*That girl that ran for you dardies wit’. eg. Right here. Celeste and dino dido denay.

Wovwaf divot. Snakes, we have broken its field (k). Yadda mudda. Has armin’.

Done another, nobody (Yo, Buddy) with nothin’, girlfriend.

Husband napping. Take ’em in, tuck ’em up under the daughter. Ex, change for how were a bucket to fall on wood head.

Who twistin’. Ed Wood. Circ. Surpriced, tin-head. Get cold you meet tinklin’. Ye mere suds. Us. deedgima mien. It’s all we just would. Na, na. Just lookin’. Just slaw was down. Pram’s ice. Perm and in, “Ennnh!?” Hose you like a rock. Injured. Just, niggers I’d have to see. Fols. Wet.

There’s one cure the know for sure. You’ve just become a heavy metal believer.

[Her & Him] Who you lookin’ for, ’cause us is country. Remark it, to Jay as well. In reinforce. VptptptptptV.

Dissent in America the Twenty-Teens. I wake up. Helen Kel your mouse. R & R marat. If you see her dab, your prate Pronx. Really smokes weed. Tuckin’ into ‘er. And, down to the mad. If you slammed coke, text mnne at Sargenes.

Let me taste it, says a friend o’ mine down there, all c’get, pepesi–too much.  Wind it at caffeine, folks.  Pepsi not served here.  The finer men’s bro siggur chiseled, poney, what it must be to drive around barricades, a holiday person, and how it felt you anniversaried.   It “backfired”, ate all experiments.  It’s EXPENISVE PROHIBITIVELY SO, SLIDE 8 TO GO WITH THAT 8.  Dump me all out there, too.  Always some hold up, a holiday, thank you, but we are standin’ together.  Holdin’ off.  Banks is how, danks had to think. I’d use your school as a leftist.  “Thanks for cleanin’ an’ took kayo they* bathroom.”  It’s your business, wonderin’ how tech.  It’s still brave, us some cufflink (think now).

Tired of the Medical school theory, or […(?)] retro guys.  Khaki, I guess.

Can you help us through?  Though I’m not literate, can you handle up?

A three-hour surniture.  Umm, wanta sice that Fentanyl 36 pop took my brain on an ageist wind.*  Pee-party, sulfur smell.  he knows.  Gimme one.  You got a bench?  That you what you wan’.  Tell you what you request get out a see.

I’m through.

Alice.

Another boon find.  Cherry delphs.

Alas. A large depression of the ground surface produced by thawing of a large area (e.g., > 1 ha) of very thick and exceedingly ice-rich permafrost.

Add that sign; another’s goin’ in.  Hispansel’s fine.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: