maguro dreams, yes, to be on the pike of varied gleams, yes, to do as i like haibane meet, yes, and swing on a flight the patzer fleet, yes, and bulb on so bright third-rate paradigm snatching away the essential mleko one that bricks a bock and makes the concerts of the night echo locked into a flat with enlarged colons enclosing me in remarking with knife signals for the flame-engulfed chopin unknown stature glaring me down sleight, she's got a hedge trimmer the boy's done none falsetto, his hands perk up ever so dimmer i'd avert my eyes to escape the fated haniwa and relearn the new day like the page of ichikai's marisa let's just make it clear, don't make me laugh for years they make my steering unlock nades of chaff observing to and flow, glowing on the horizon flutily searching for the savior tools from doraemon blazing, bracing under uncertain protection in my operation, actions sealed and stapled in order to hide firebombs erupting in the crevices and cubbies in my vision, no provisions, i'm laid against the concrete wall side the combination, glistening open up, you're in that trolley go away, your time is over your irregularity is a slight folly guiding my cables to across the crossing guard in the field guiding the hacksaw along the tempered skin for me to shield guiding oneself to the release of permanent servanty guiding, feeling along the dichromatic boundaries for me? the clock has cocked another prelit game as there goes i, playing bloodied, for shame webbed by chance, rarely prance about these rounds struck by shock, barely mutter about specific nouns neither the friend nor foe pulling me towards the mighty woe bells rustle will for once and all the crescendo has taken a fall

properly endowing in a blank-slate world with a clairvoyant, per se a minute of acumen, it's the cutthroat tilling on the hacksaw crot's first day and they tirelessly provide a foregone illness guide ligaments stuttering of the accord raspberry, strewn, esophagus every flavorant has a remark about me that is impishly baleful and i never forget the noise of iron shrilling, remainder as i lull do i want to be declared, or a proponent of scared? when can i begin to sidle with sundry, and my idol how can they gander with all the prose? tickling the bullet holes, light rose petals, aftly settled, under fusel cuestick, acoustic, permanently lucid blinds the vatican with gas hose, grass rows walked on, only one pawn of a sullen dry beat, there's a graze-free high sleet solitary rotary of the ganderous cattails lies my red entrails suddenly it looks all pitch charred grasping hand forward, reaching to my card lamplight defused, journal turning chronically wide open neurotically for the lonesome journey with an immense clunker implied to getting drunker outlasting the normals revered immortals disallowed to dive into a parsley bed, a newlywed

blurred out snowdrifts coming to a close, bootup is as farce's prose using wires and wrenches, asking gamigin much to my chagrin the rigid-shaped tools that i've carried around feel distant and blasted from mine just how many handcuffs and jaunted mettles inside can you find? it's apparent to the brim when i'm quavering coldly this bubble's got no place for me, i know it boldly all of the confections, superficial savory bile prancing of compliance is the gambit's speed dial eternal prison, thanks for your wisdom surely you know i'm chastised by her zeitnot disallowed to ride the charade of a spreadshot pen's rot, the lighter fluid packed instead, it is cum oil trembles at the fraudulent friends don't prove the slash of the flesh that rends spearhead the cap battling the north wind and i'll embody the vessel of the skinned i be pouring down tears at my clawed hull if the expy expiration comes up dull sleet pours down on the depths of the blunder this bubble's got a padlock, permission to wonder frozen promises to top off, your "son" here is getting soft disappear from my sight servants of the blackwell loft do feel free to let me be by the discarded debris and gray sea if you desire the peace of a less-infested meet a breeze hurls louder, it's a bliss blue sensory delusions warm enough to swap the freezer for a sweltry unpleasant as it stands but as comforting as the air for its momentary, lavish solitude is deftly rare

august rain, and the stapling of dual tooth "let all but love peace yeah" it'll foul truth when the lever scissors splinters us right to the shawl call them hahnium, the day its splashing skin so <Ah ha ha ha> shoulder-a cardigan and a corpus in the torrent pelt by the leg, drag him out of darkness incarnated felt velcro, fountain glow, twitch shiver, where's his liver leverage, sneaks out weak trout, for a same river implore upon a sniper looking out for me my greatest famed buddy, snuff concealed his knee don't think she'd like abstract circuits visualized forceglaring to the blueprints, being not ritualized i can manage to fool them, forward thinking it's bouts of bums, like bunnies, spliced bunts, rabbit love how's perpetual check, dour hareubangs who just are obsessed with cutters, spycameras and guitar gunpowder and hichew, #2 of coup de grace gloomy hell spot's a tired old nickname clinky hydrant strangled to the tune of mane ghoul-hardy in practice, the ballad of the axis curtains fall hourly, rend the silky arms in pain auguste rodin, and the limbs in the blast furnace's downpour here i'm clutching clefts, anguish buried in the corridor never in a prolific can devils make the wells kaput all systems track her and frenzied retch in bundles of weedwhacking smut deliberate illiterate six bubbled skirmish handled mail in the order crestfallen hubris shorter

can i ever hypnotize myself to breach defensive gains? it is not unusual, for one who delights in trite sprain is this even a person i can remember for all times or am i better off without the juvenile shallow mimes? i don't know, who knows then? all he can do is say the spiel "yes sir, no sir" anchor, yet crack your heel of course, he tires of sight, so that's what makes him pay without funds, daydreams empathically to get gunned pistol in the safe, my my, you beg for a strafe? hand-to-hand, basis of all boxes, not since a glock can fix us, don't neglect your duty, beseech Her name because you're not some wild monster who would put the squirrels down to shame, right? you, you and you, 妖々夢, ██████, 許して sorry i'm not so fluent and seclusive as you said the fictious realm of flashing lights and black tights it's more than i could alight isn't it obvious that i'm suppressing dangerous fuel from entering my smokescreen, now it's clouded in your rule you've encased me in your favorite glass, like a tar aquarium now you expect her to talk in the crazed feint of delirium? there comes a time where being the height just doesn't make for a nice burned up light one said we should rebirth and maybe we can give it a shot two good turns then misses the room of repent dye the scent of their bloom amber irises fall to bedsheets undeserving of a clean cot

gnashes in the elbow in the presence of familiars wonder if we'll find a way to separate amid this curse is it a blessing for dressing in those modish clothes? what i call high praise is rather cheap shit at most body limping down propped up to the wall, splattered askew drying forget, forgot to say thank you meanwhile, fumes pour out like a molten plank the arms fall off, the bullets inside transform to blank chokehold to buckle watch as he struggles slit up, marchless face down, don't confess five five sixers, glee thanks for the sludge tea seven slugs, fluid void and then, no more ackroyds former archangel approaching the slash spray in view shouting match of holograms about the frivol books that slew interactions telegraphed, mapped for her vicissitude break the best you can, then drape your panties- aiee, that's lewd! former archangel approaching the slash spray in view shouting match of holograms about the feeble crows that flew interactions telegraphed, mapped for her vicissitude sing the songs you want, and grasp the showerhead- gyaa, still nude! "well played, Gunfiend. you've assassinated the physicals other roles that play out later are nothing but bright whimsicals now approaching to backstab at silent dusk with rusted colts enter the anvils on the swingset which hurl towards at your volts" elastic rubbered hull abiding the crossbows, briefly never once more tragic than bystanding and kneeling griefly fragments of daydreams washing ashore to hone-in scimitars a compensating painful feeling to assure to take back what's her's

sad mother grafted me this swiss, parametered fluid new method of cleaving than kent A4 lucid dancing with a javelin like bridesmaids in a bountiful ain't this more refreshing than being stuck in a cubicle? it's useless to be ruthless, however, remain toothless, i'll be the bunker when you grow tired of serving less since you never existed, cadaver's done and dealt prideful and remorse, remember how you once had felt directing in manzai both in ones and twos solely by hand pilebunker at the green light 3 feet high in the bystand a girl in the hand is worth two busboys in a raised pike heavenly and harmfully the pendulum appraises strike not befallen enough to pass on fairytale dresses obake kid has just retired, started making guesses someone tell that souped up clanker that its seven fifty i've been hiding inside, need to make my entrance nifty idolize thy pines drunk upon bleak chimes there is only bratted keys at the starboard of the vessel, maneuvered by yours, the lord clocked like firebombs shots on all the toms i'm enamored by the gaze behind the glasses i'll take another sip of the flasks enduring the blaze for the sake of my illusion wild and decrepit, stay behind on their sudden intrusion i call it aloof, he says blind, she says eerie compliments and competence never get me teary frills covering my legs splintered in bruises only stunts the guts know, commanded by recluses daily dobbin in the back, placid as can be i hope "miss tomboy" has inspired a spree

[푸다프로이] beats the provisions partially concocts a sample politely proudly refuse to halfway i never knew your skin felt stray high grounder, force stalemate! forage in exquisite gait. milestones to my old groans! morose keys in corrosive tones. towering the squeaky grist by showering with corks and wist contract termination so you're finally an incantation speaking as someone not of this world largely locked up, finger furled plundered banquet in polaris has cast down of in front of thee wishes i could crack the code! need to repair her episode. i will allow all alloys to flicker without heresy investigations will be held at nine where us toils can align electricity reins inside my gauntlet shaped like a franc who is real in the hoxditch! who needs crimson to be stitched. who can we rebuke once more of carneades' plank? [김보희] 그 모든 것이 나의 오해였니 말하지 못했던 너였기에 그런 이유로 떠났던 나의 어리석음을 이제 알아버린거야

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[FG] jetsprayed beetles hexagon routes where caminos meet till a signal pouts tallying the slit veins costing metadata splints plus the doubles with my dregs need to quit the stone glints jetsprayed beetles hexagon routes where caminos meet till a signal pouts how do they drive dithered with a resounding intermezzo i haven't hired an appointment with the waterwheel's goldenglow succotash, diving into foliage becoming a sneezing pest how's a test going to guarantee the victory i stood to best tiles in towers fumbling over hacking but i digress jilted maples she trembles at the gate's latches clock strikes when her egg hatches they stood stranded like the girl with the matches married shadows make a case to proclaim it was cat scratches i gotta avoid the sordid slingers' gas splashes where bickers are echoed from ruly housefleas suddenly plead does he with a wax candle appealing to greed could lack her trace, try to breathe planking on a lie such narcotic weaves leave them like limbless turnips saled for a need red sun of the dawn, decapitated on a reed it bequeaths of a surname unwanted from me awareness overwhelms thy don't be an udzuki a tulip watered in lime poses an endeavor a worthy of allergy and penciled bed-wetter good tidings to the replacable speckled eyeglass inexpensive impulsive brass [DJN] i'm a bit of a jokester, quite mediocre meet me at the bar and it's over coca-cola and pepsi; you can educate me but don't test me i don't use paper but i chop down trees i'm the man who asks for the places to be ceo of the government but i can't be the guy for your other sins what's meant to be is meant to be and you've got mail, but now i'm free as uffish thought he stood with eyes of flame irrationality is the name of the game dinner at the diner but now i'm gone and i left you to the dance while i prance along i've got movie deals and cd sales and i'm with a label that does what i say i can't but I say i can and yet i can't and you say you do and yet you don't they spoke of me on the message board with big old eyes and a fat keyboard finally, it's getting closer slower than a broken motor can you see me now? oh yes, you can! half of you can't actually point out japan standing on the man's front lawn, sisyphus went on too long and i mispronounced Camus' name but that's okay 'cause it's the name of the game and you say you're with it, but I know you're not you're just like them- only a little more frought and I know you lie but that's okay 'cause guess what, bitch? that's the name of the game now me and █████ are going on a cruise i'll tell you all the ways of my liberal muse her name's aunt Emmie and she's seen too much get behind closed doors while we shoot you with a gun seem too extreme? well that's okay at the end of the day, it's all the name of the game and like a flame with its tail and a ranger with his gun texas red goes down and the day's been won