bushs green. money. symbolism. incarnate metaphors ofe the tumbling hills of the garden of internal happiness. the elephantscy clothing found underground is unlike the sound grind of upper class margarine.
crred of the blackwhite armiesof the south. dies! her hair piolet. pink andvioolettogethre. shite. bich. gota douches yet u fag smoker> weed eater > cowboy hating > hypocrit anal btarasd??? no leaves for oou all for me.
snow? i beleive the correct retro insult is yo momma snows. ZING.
polised polester is bad for the quantum arteries. lacking in commas, i search the ending hoola hoops/
between your legs is no doubtablely a dog. zing. and no doubt in your POLYESTER dude car there is a old frog in care of my soul, that i rent for 10pence a penny. good good rates ther my good man.
frogs eat souls they are the gate collectors. who steal your. gates at night. dont take the hive! it is my only one. this vinyl has no meaning the grooves make no sense. they do, but you are playing it witht hte wrong GAME!!! my family your game. exactly. YO MAMAMA the game witty.
there is a rent in space, out dripped useless snot and into yon momma it went, out came you after a while. I have not gates, be welcome without them. The game is not there, only in the frog's soul it exists.
we exist in the frog alone say you? a repungetnt formual full of grieasey grime dam you satatn with you multi storey livers and uber fleisch watches. eat the beagles. they arent tasty.
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