Originally Posted by Moonius

Gardening my garbage seeply, trading in my homely crunch. Derigibles arousing derbies, hunting an elusive bunch. Crossing tellers chequeing wildly slowing their obtrusive fromp, strut about a trout obtusely grading your illegal swamp.

Hessionics, the messiah sweeps gently onto the floor his broom and dust panels. Not always brushing with strokes but quite possibly just stroking the brush. Seemingly beautiful, innate and ordered he charts the course of Columbus onto a widening panoramic mural depicting his depiction. Gradually the landscapes shift from dark green and swarmed to blue and clear, giving about all the confusion of a mocking soliloquy.

Sloppy, the girdle outlining a grid of tamed lucibe decibellality. Agrossing the bridgj of gamesons, your master mason monk booms his head low to sweep his hair clear of baldness. Atonement forbidding, he grasps wildly at a swan neatly parked outside of a fulfilled marketplace. The letters of label backwards, he reads them only to discover a great truance in his perceptiobility.

Great electoral hypothetical debates loom wildly over the heads of the newly risen arcadian gamestop. Truancy barges wildly into a tamed ferocity of ever-growing and slimy grip.

Attesting to ribonuclear acidity, great lakes are formed to be frozen by gradually slowing arrangement. Most phectoral the dorsals of this great fisherman loom wildly in a rotating mass of gyroscopic lipids. Contorting the boundaries of direction, creed awakens the cracked knuckles of a giant pitcher of homelessness and down-trodden buggery.

Sorting graped juice to rest and beginning to sleem tortaic acupunctural gribbles.

Soothing grooming masks the wings of wofly hampers on a spring.

Slippering slithering slopes elongating hoarse radial shunning, turnips of bygone capillaries and leafy vegetative prognosis.

Hurdled girdles gently swaying wildly in the summer blues, the guitar strings twinge with all the tangy evaporations of the midnight evening. A gross interpretation of income, the fishermans net is cut and torn with the wild spinning of the bladed shark. Blue, phosphorous agreeability seems gently into the rivers of the glowering hillside. An escapist agenda, fascistic in meaning and interpretation methodically fastens its own strength to the chest of the great winged eagle. Carried over, the pendulamic exasperations of summer begin to sway their end into the open eagerness of the fall. Gravity taking its toll on the dead the meaning of life becomes as precious as the lost time it took to find yourself confused and withering into the gray-haired maturation of image your grandparents would have been swarmed to call glee.

Oh noone will ever read how I wrote the typefaced twopronged soul of the deranged wilderness. Bash them and all their artistic merit and asinine inanity accustoming the fall of great leaps and small grapes. Standing on my head, standing on my head.

Originally Posted by Moonius

Gardening my garbage seeply, trading in my homely crunch. Derigibles arousing derbies, hunting an elusive bunch. Crossing tellers chequeing wildly slowing their obtrusive fromp, strut about a trout obtusely grading your illegal swamp.

Hessionics, the messiah sweeps gently onto the floor his broom and dust panels. Not always brushing with strokes but quite possibly just stroking the brush. Seemingly beautiful, innate and ordered he charts the course of Columbus onto a widening panoramic mural depicting his depiction. Gradually the landscapes shift from dark green and swarmed to blue and clear, giving about all the confusion of a mocking soliloquy.

Sloppy, the girdle outlining a grid of tamed lucibe decibellality. Agrossing the bridgj of gamesons, your master mason monk booms his head low to sweep his hair clear of baldness. Atonement forbidding, he grasps wildly at a swan neatly parked outside of a fulfilled marketplace. The letters of label backwards, he reads them only to discover a great truance in his perceptiobility.

Great electoral hypothetical debates loom wildly over the heads of the newly risen arcadian gamestop. Truancy barges wildly into a tamed ferocity of ever-growing and slimy grip.

Attesting to ribonuclear acidity, great lakes are formed to be frozen by gradually slowing arrangement. Most phectoral the dorsals of this great fisherman loom wildly in a rotating mass of gyroscopic lipids. Contorting the boundaries of direction, creed awakens the cracked knuckles of a giant pitcher of homelessness and down-trodden buggery.

Sorting graped juice to rest and beginning to sleem tortaic acupunctural gribbles.

Soothing grooming masks the wings of wofly hampers on a spring.

Slippering slithering slopes elongating hoarse radial shunning, turnips of bygone capillaries and leafy vegetative prognosis.

Hurdled girdles gently swaying wildly in the summer blues, the guitar strings twinge with all the tangy evaporations of the midnight evening. A gross interpretation of income, the fishermans net is cut and torn with the wild spinning of the bladed shark. Blue, phosphorous agreeability seems gently into the rivers of the glowering hillside. An escapist agenda, fascistic in meaning and interpretation methodically fastens its own strength to the chest of the great winged eagle. Carried over, the pendulamic exasperations of summer begin to sway their end into the open eagerness of the fall. Gravity taking its toll on the dead the meaning of life becomes as precious as the lost time it took to find yourself confused and withering into the gray-haired maturation of image your grandparents would have been swarmed to call glee.

Oh noone will ever read how I wrote the typefaced twopronged soul of the deranged wilderness. Bash them and all their artistic merit and asinine inanity accustoming the fall of great leaps and small grapes. Standing on my head, standing on my head.

Originally Posted by mario_luigi_peach

why shouldnt i just kill myself right here and now

Originally Posted by Moonius

Crystalline happenstance working with narrow hands shatters his vision with gradual taste.
A junkie with 6 hands, his veins lend the game-plan, we will pay him surely but not without blood.
Adventurous psychopaths rocking on narrow tracks, trains are derailing the crippling strip. Slipping to ledges my grip is aesthetic, I'm working so slowly my mind must be spent.
A wide-eyed and narrow scrape to arrows of slipping pace, I'm cut like a window to view into time.
Shimmering sustenance gasping for Earthly scents, gas-powered rifles can shoot without fear.
Jamming this mental hand words are just heated sand, not yet as frozen to structural grids.
Alarming your potency dolefully poisons me, sharing a width-note of lop-sided tears.
Concise and attentive rain forces me to abstain, this dockraping shortening bleeds into Rome.

Originally Posted by Aerogone

From the gamete of a whore, kid named stupid-noob that she bore.

He crawled out of her twat, and smoked a fat bag of pot.
Grew up and became bat shit insane, began using cocaine.

He sucked a gay pediatrician, cuz he said he needed nutrition. High protein splats, from a doctor's nads.

Yup, he used to take it up the ass. Now, a dysfunctional foot is what he has.

He thinks he is awesome, he thinks that he is cool.
Because of the chemicals that he bought for his pool.

Cooking meth is in his perspective, smoking shards is his objective.