They entice us in and out and all about actually – she’s been brave beyond a measure of a treaSUREd dOUbT(!!) We do not mean to make

Mountains peak As we sPEAK – “in lassoLIKE tongues, only one and she seems to like how it rolls itself out and about

Like everybody else’s.” They are picture-perfect, pitch-perfect atmospheres of their very own choosing. And they do appear “bruised from ear-to-ear: that’ll be a crushing blow to the BLOOD!ED(!) nose actually.” He’s

Having a lot of error-strewn relationships for the sake of selling their soiled soup of souL to the Deathly Poetic Devil. We mustn’t underestimate what’s come and gone and done the time

Multiplied(!) But what if, though, they needed to know —> “how to masticate these periphery people – to really eat away at their aforementioned soup of soup.” We’ve nervously qualified for another life: of… utter

Inhumanity and she pondered too much, whilst he touched the taste for

“Lip-sinking overindulgence, please.”