Saturday, July 12, 2008

Anguish Languish

The premise is pretty simple, English words lack meaning so much, that it does not matter which words you use where. So, without further ado, floor pinting, coat yurt files on network brotherhood. Laser pint, formal sixty pisses. No, contry poplar beefs, I ham note hide. Note ever a beetle tit. Door youth gate it? A date vile come, wherever one tips lick diss. Gate it? Mite seam petty handsome, goal whore say jet crow mate laser print. Hello yawn. Dope belt me on passage, his artillary had planks to wreck up on a mountain. Still, hipyards jacks make hippies happy. Here, they want a mouthful. Lick on there spritle to swallow kink.
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1 comment:

diksha said...

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