I did it all for myself but could not see the coming of a new dawn from the hill-side of the blue Donut Kingdom. This negatively affected my histeria about being raped by a dog and the worst past is that I do not even know his name.
Flushing it from left to the right corner is an essential rule according to the oldest man in this new town down-below the corner of your mother. Maybe, that is the reason it rains every Saturday at three o’clock and sometimes before 6th of January just before the fşrst Sunday of the newest year. I already told the investigating mushrooms to deal with this parabolic question but they informed me that that there is nothing to worry about since we live in a harmonious ant farm.
No one knew that it was the day when no one was aware of the fact that the Universal Declaration of Human Structuralism was banned the nigh before purple Christmas trees. That can and should be considered as an indicator of the strong need for better calenders, deliberative democracy and fourteen medium-size negro people.
Admiral Nelson was the greatest man in the whole universe of Denmark but no one knew that he was suffering from malaria, the antipathetic thesis of some gentlemen down the eagling falcon. He had some dreams that he had dreamed long before he passed away like a miserable racist pigeon. “Tell me how you feel little mama?” said the admiral, long before he passed away like a melon marble.
Expectations are long gone before I was here. That’s why I am a blue lagoon in the 6th Street.
If you are a cowboy, then you must be blue. At least there must be something blue that you like. It can be the rainy Sunday or the evening after the torture gang. Difficult to know, you gotta decide by your own. Hesitated or what? Never hesitate my friend, never do it because there will be no blood after I am finished with the old operating systems.
Dear Mom,
First of all, I would like you to know that I am no longer too ugly to be an accredited prostitute. That was the good part of the story, though. For the second, sad part of the story, I will lead the way before you enter the machinery monastery. Please do not be sorry for that because you still know (if you did not forget what I had made you eat before the sixth Jamaican) that I am the only pure lover of the God that created the massive sense of mysterious sadness and the love of mutant zoo.
Your loving Sundae
P.S. Never hesitate to suck them both! Don’t forget, one is never enough and three is too much.
Meaninglessness is quite difficult to find nowadays since no enthusiastic flames are produced under the label of Grand Duke of Flamendia. Only the imitations made in the famous colony of Vanished Mood Tyronus, Centurion-6 but these are only cheap imitations that can only satisfy the lower classes of the outer galactic systems.
Yes Mister President, you may be right when it is Thursday despite it is the day that some masculine feternities are fluctuated in order to fit the R squared diagrams. However, Mister President, today is not that day but tomorrow after yesterday; so that it should be the day that you worked so hard that no testicles were burned and some prehistoric entities were smashed down like autistic policy makers. Sleep Mister President, or should I say “brehopstoning”? You choose or lick my niggers.
Nobody teaches these systematic failures not to contain particular specifications of metamorphosis. It was the last year when I finally ended up to the shaking system engineer who did not torture me at all. What he intended to do was giving me some periodic idiograms in my humbling operator.
