zygote
02-14-2013, 12:03 AM
You leaden miasma of the raw primordia gives birth to the other illusions told,
There are hunted. Especially the doldrums by design weren’t remotely human soul.
You'll need 100,000 recipes for your ganglia’s desolation abounded,
And I wanted to, disgusting. Winter makes you resemble when shrouded.
Supervise the windows rattling in putrescence, through seven wishes,
Find hair to repeat the interpretation of an impressive finish.
And they’re completely empty. So touching gold? “That's when I’m saying here”
It’s batshit Charlie Manson cannibalizing the fuck donkey in a sacred sphere.
There's nothing but extra dimensional memetic parasite.
Perfect grave. Take me through the sand man’s genetic paradise.
The millipedes of cocaine murder. Just a moment. I wouldn’t consider it off,
A playground full of truth in its devices. Born in Turkey within a sickening froth.
And I think of Neptunian skies. Your local detective,
You sneeze in that. I won’t tell. The belly bloated corpses over protective.
Jaw breakers. It was a week or three of metal guitars,
Still had his primary goal to say. Not much else except for the stars.
Mister mushrooms thanks once screamed out for a predator.
If you know, considering everything. Love is for a small town America.
The white LED bulb. A friend's yard after losing her. She was the raw primordia gives birth to myself,
Kingston vampire who pays the remainder of its worth to fine health.
“Dude, I mean, what might have a stutter and drinking in panicked droves,
Fuck it. Sixty some odd generations born bad? Inside ravaged homes.”
They had appeared to keep reading not a singular flash,
Muhlenberg county with a surly ragged visitors pass.
Fist clutched- he whispered in boiling water. This was more cruel than she liked.
She stopped cooking frog dick, but they came from a fool with a knife.
Maybe a precursor acquisition. In the way before bitchy surface,
Other few who grow sickeningly efficient? Not twitchy, nervous.
We're teaching you hurt, but nor had it nested in ribs.
Lye is born, source: south winds help you with getting to grips.
Butter it burgeoned! Who smiled and ripped off the whole manuscripts?
Look between the weblike viscera, barely perceptible old amulets.
There are hunted. Especially the doldrums by design weren’t remotely human soul.
You'll need 100,000 recipes for your ganglia’s desolation abounded,
And I wanted to, disgusting. Winter makes you resemble when shrouded.
Supervise the windows rattling in putrescence, through seven wishes,
Find hair to repeat the interpretation of an impressive finish.
And they’re completely empty. So touching gold? “That's when I’m saying here”
It’s batshit Charlie Manson cannibalizing the fuck donkey in a sacred sphere.
There's nothing but extra dimensional memetic parasite.
Perfect grave. Take me through the sand man’s genetic paradise.
The millipedes of cocaine murder. Just a moment. I wouldn’t consider it off,
A playground full of truth in its devices. Born in Turkey within a sickening froth.
And I think of Neptunian skies. Your local detective,
You sneeze in that. I won’t tell. The belly bloated corpses over protective.
Jaw breakers. It was a week or three of metal guitars,
Still had his primary goal to say. Not much else except for the stars.
Mister mushrooms thanks once screamed out for a predator.
If you know, considering everything. Love is for a small town America.
The white LED bulb. A friend's yard after losing her. She was the raw primordia gives birth to myself,
Kingston vampire who pays the remainder of its worth to fine health.
“Dude, I mean, what might have a stutter and drinking in panicked droves,
Fuck it. Sixty some odd generations born bad? Inside ravaged homes.”
They had appeared to keep reading not a singular flash,
Muhlenberg county with a surly ragged visitors pass.
Fist clutched- he whispered in boiling water. This was more cruel than she liked.
She stopped cooking frog dick, but they came from a fool with a knife.
Maybe a precursor acquisition. In the way before bitchy surface,
Other few who grow sickeningly efficient? Not twitchy, nervous.
We're teaching you hurt, but nor had it nested in ribs.
Lye is born, source: south winds help you with getting to grips.
Butter it burgeoned! Who smiled and ripped off the whole manuscripts?
Look between the weblike viscera, barely perceptible old amulets.