"You were like Sweetpitati?"
This as the starry space night air crumpled the transpirter's nose into jungle-covered library books. Rubbing my neck because I'm getting a wee bit tidy.
The bright whites, socks and cuffs, had been deposited into our best laundry baskwets. A strip of theatre curtainage stapled to our new band leaders side pants. The neked were buttoned into their showah cuttin' dressbarn ware.
A shot out transformer had sparked a galax of fuel path on the ground and while it wasn't exactly telling the whole story de todo, the surviving wounds
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Tings of dis and dats. A downed like a Space Needle to a chalked aerial. Spires and art decos never shall be "quite the saME". Watch the wires inside my yammie colored dog. Why?!? Goes.
The lightbrightblack papers spiralplitchart a llama's foot and debris. Gal AX ing
Sucking oxygen, heliym tank giggles, a diveboard into a dunk tank.
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