The l-petrid flagrant.
We hope for the flamboyance of rimmed risks;
And hined flisks; they are contrapted into contagion;
All of the lingo-istics; are the sticks of herr;
And the bone is a click;
Now you have the sage ick rick; we visit in the flags of flask
And hernias are interchanged with minty creams like singing cig keys no chain;
Let’s pre feign the picket wick.
It’s so ostensibly cited: sat but with dots;
And it’s so grumph paleo fizz ick
And it’s so repetitions are fusule for breaking china;
And fingered hangs.
Sang hernia into the toilet;
And sang the harm of flasks cented.
Bat beavers never got sold; and the Denver flinger was a friggin’ harm no’er.
Look idn’t that baby you.
Ha; id; you thought that was so complex;
And idn’t you thought that was so uneducated.
Or at least; idn’t that baby look like you.
And the mom heavy in heaving isn’t happy;
But yeah; she says yeah; it did look like hill
When hill was a baby.
Hill sisn’t a nay!
Grader stays we sing about sewl bebe and designer pink coats of whistle bricks; it’s a nice way to method the cooking of food. So disguised I can no longer see the image; sop, sop, sop, sop.
Bricks and skies
And green holes of powdered brown;
A face palette almost;
And there he is with tent and rope;
It’s time for a break at 6 am on an early evening of slime runs;
Run scope run scope run scope run,
And then sop.
So munch like used to be tooth feening.
How to create reality is always a quid question for now; for yourself to you. Too.
So instead of wheels; flowers;
And that’s so … but there’s nothing wrong with wheels; so wheels now sky.
And of course a lay up into the flower; so that’s what hats to dance. And existence; you’re right: animal. Existence: animal ethereal.
Crowns are accessible climb sectors or something.
In the end ; it or almost in the end it’s a waterfall;
So waterfalls get to stay. I guess I don’t know.
It’s the free, way.