Look Out Look Out

Place of rabbits. Respect the mere tropical storm. We ain't got no rope; we ain't got nothing. Minnesotas bad August bookends; third act? Wisconsin's east of, the going my way was too. Yessir, yadas, Erin gone bye, and maybe the TX/OK storms, and the two above weren't even related, but they affected each other; how do you say it in wind? Bash to urge patience as he shoots ping pong balls out of his ass for the delighted, highly vetted (haha) assembled vets; and while I'm committing treason, to them, free speech, to was: You never got into, or got out of, Vietnam, so keep its name, out of your mouth. Which does beat a speech to Congross, they're so polluted on big pharmacompia their eyes always seem to be swimming like summer hot mirage road. And the Robes sit in highchairs, bellowing for apple sauce and no carrots, fit, and now, napping off to the buzz from warm, freshly printed decisions, written by interns; wiped too.

A Cheerio Heart

C'mon Endeavor. To make it back. The white house, hates kids. Speaking of a need for caps, big ones, lots. They don't vote; fall asleep by blarefomercial; take for real, the nutrisystem con. Loop loop loop. But I'd make the trade, if we all fell out of the boat, they'll have no more text's; learn how to love the hot; again with the drums. Eastwoods voice. Russells off tooth. Hathaways lithe left breast. Can a breast be lithe? No matter; like every newsnebbish knows a blogger doesn't, matter, make a; they don't get paid to lie, how could they?

Rake Jamaica

Hello Mehico. Pure intent? Oh you'se guys, funniest admin. ever. Rhyming of which, the suits on mad men oppress me. Cap what I want, this ain't no pimpshow. Oh yeah? You're getting very sloppy. Keep talking Giulia, keep talking. Fred is the lobbyists friend. Nice hair Glove, go home. Don' you mean Chiafrica? No questions asked, no real reporting, all vacuums hallowed. Wall Street woes, may be coming to Main Street? Where do they think the houses, gone to dentists, gone to bondsmen, gone to mal-marts are? The next new clean paved. Hon, we've got to get out of here: they're catching up; no new land to develop; too too much traffic. To the time of the moveable feast. Did you notice? Do you notice now? And now?

Between The Margarine Calls

Name a plane after me will ya. Squizz is not a beacon of hope, and XM sucks'm, but not m'good; how do dey do dat? Payo by the uniqvis cliq, lone podcaster armies, synergy meaning: there can be only one. Remember, that day, inside the womb when you went into a ball (ha, yes, fetal, funny) to escape that racket? You're growing on about, 150 beats a minute, me, more or less, nothing, as per. Because that's all this, and everything else I've ever said is, compared to you, nothing; that goes for young and spry and my daughter by another editor too.

All Mys Behavioral Phenotypes

I did caffeine with all the Womneys. Want to hurt two Doc McCanns, bad; laughed at jirgas and wars; what else can ya? Don't mess with a McBride. Me too. Free pre-apology, amen. Pro con. Ah catch a brick preacher, tubed up on slow repeat for the spinal fused pale puffies; you can't stop what you won't stop till you gon' stop. Shop him; but meaning worse. I can't scream that way, or say those things; yet inside incessant; yes'm forever. In a blink. Better hold still, unless you can't; oh I understand; there you they go again; come back real.

I'd Wiretap That Ass

Securitization moans. Oh s if you must. 300, 500, 756, blips of bullshit, mystery foreclosures; for closures sake. Case of Dollar v. Yuan; they must have meant Juan. What river dolphin Pops? No they moved back in with Mama by those canals, you know, duck dropping estates? 'Cept they behind the walled part and you have to have the code to get in over 'ere, or they meet you at the gate. And let you in, only; pulling typos from the stone, file it as: ius, kiss. Now! Italicize that ass too, now you want to sleep again and dream; I'm pro that.

Sewn So Soon

I'm no polylectic, my only need her recognizing and then twinkling eyes, connecting, to the cheeks that go boom; I want to look behind me. To be so lucky, it's a sucker punch; how do you stand? Walser did come to praise, but I to rake, say: tell them, you wantneed to fuck, it was always them, before you ever even knew, you don't know how, or why; this is going to where seeds twist and then turn backwards into the ground waiting for water. My toad is getting bigger, and I must be too, not to want to go all vivarium on his pubis-ischium, along with a few house geckos; must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea.

The Spamming Within

Jimmy gone crash and burn. I want you to know, I'm a rainbow too. Savvy check. Nothing but love and a nice tight pair of tennies when out, erratic zig on, don't forget the; onm just drop; leaky valve and the arm, ready, ish, t. The rebirth of a truly dying company; my ps talks on turns, decent fm though, hwy. I'm gonna send him to outer space, to find another race: glwt. Shinzo bladed? The bridges of our litigation. 99% of imports semi-safe. G phone? What phone G? Open bandwidth? Nice try. Buy it. Fuck a Bancroft, Denver and the cement apple. Bama didn't say "he'd"(because ego serves at the pleasure of the president, even the theoretical) do anything we aren't already doing, uh droning; the next last sound you hear time will be ova.