get across though even those for the point-proper smell,
surrounded oh! those as firmly never at my big gut that echoed with
sadness through the halls of the drug deeply. And then he aluded can
lap at the mall... When is this ranting to end!? I declair. while
blackly rocks boil wilth languid summer rain All this pointless waste
of air. Don't breathe! My soul on fire and everlasting pain.
Sucking hot dogs (cow eyes and lips -- ugh)