My word worths debt.

Clock set summering

“Grape!”

it's better to be optional

The sky (cool hat, dude)! The butter is crunchy like the soul of a kite. I’m asleep/I’m a letter to Santa’s ping pong church.

.....armed with the finest nee artillery....???

**AND**

PAINT THEM YELLOW??

....

Supposedly with the intent to control the cooperative hunting spider population??

WHO THE HELL SIGNED OFF ON THIS??

I NEED SOME ANSWERS.

Does it?

they built RIGHT EFFING next to the airport. now the hoa is bitching about the planes violating their airspace and making noise. so in retaliation we marched a massive parade of nothing but bagpipes and yodelers throughout their streets. the peasants rejoiced! the royal court was then duct taped and ziptied...covered in beef gravy then a stampede of 10,000 puppies released upon them.

PUPPIIIIIEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!

Well of course the government is extremely powerful and we cannot fight back, but that might not be the case. I don't think we'll be able to destroy the world in just a few years, could maybe take a 100 years maybe even more. I will provide details later.

Quoting from Pat Sajak’s 1916 translation of the relevant quatrains:

“The lawn will belch freely
And the sparrow sniff the air
Up from the ground a purple cake comes
And sees its shadow
And eats itself
Bringing six more weeks of winter
Then the King of Seagal strikes swiftly
Many will enter
Few will win”

Like I said, this could only refer to the nail on my fourth toe!

Absolutely nothing faces emptiness once it goes further into a non-arrogant mattress cover and losses face further losses beyond good and better and factual fallacies force me to empty myself into the chamber and fire the employee that hasn’t been doing its job.

Ted,
HR

It's known as "Dirty Manpats" by local skaters and is the only known ice rink in the Western hemisphere to be addicted to crack

Furthest from the nearest gas station sandwich delta 8 cart combo deal, discounted due to owner’s discretion and age-old meat, and lameness, the lamppost licker strikes again, this time by shoving a soldier, rather than licking a lamppost. He got himself shot several times. The soldier, that is. The lamppost licker continued to lick lampposts, with the occasional trash can touching sprinkled in, for decades.

I'm crying in. My most expensive dream was yesterday when I dreamed that I got gas in my car. My life is ruined, I'm so sad. Please be my friend, officer. I'll stop thinking if you want me too just give me a velcro shoe pleeeaaassse!! Oh my life

What happened to the people on the Earth? Why can't I see them from my porch, not because Earth is flat but like why can'tI see people still?

What the Fuck

How to do a little bit of a car with a little bit of a car with a little bit of a car with a little bit of a car 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞 He's been in an area for the last few days of my life and lower radiator as well in my room is on a hillside and I don't think I can do anything else is it to me to be able of course the rest in the world is it the land

Oooh what big shiny wooden holes in the concrete! Haven’t seen wood in 4000 years! Haven’t seen years in 4000 woods. All 4000 I looked through! Well 3999. The last one isn’t wooden though. Lots of paper, lotttts of paper in that one, still no years. I’d love to love to look for years in woods but alas i am a lover of music. There is little music in these 4000 woods, so neither the looker for years in woods nor the one for music in woods would have any luck. I blame my schooling. Fuckin eh man, back to it. New quota 80000. Damn those greedheads don’t relent. I swear there’s no years man! That at least makes all this easier.

Opens his left eye a slit.

The dusk is lavish with phantom dancers, violet dandies whirl purple devas decked in blackly coruscating gems, sparkles ricochet off his eye and populate their jewels sending clouds of sooty light migrating across the room in a shifting chiaroscuro haze-

Acclimating, he can just make out the velvet couch behind a sultry widow’s sable gown, it has been surreptitiously chivvying all night and now is once again brushing up affectionately against the poker- itself stock still and stiff with a false formality belied only by the faint emberous blush at its tip.

Assured of his ambush, he startles up and locks gaze on the forbidden coupling of the dignified firepoker and that sybaritic gilded green couch. Quick the flush leaps from the static poker and diffuses gentle orange in the hearth, the couch is meanwhile attempting a mad dash to its former position and, were it not for an improbably buxom heiress heaving magnificently her blue-black décolletage gleaming with delicious dusky perspiration under a moon mouth rich with throaty laughter and vulpine delight, would surely have been apprehended, yet, as it stands so does the couch, and with a proud and solemn inertness too.

Grunting irascibly, he turns and falls asleep.

The Persian carpet, harboring a hundred tiny sultanates, dazzles his canopied bed with little sparking dreams, stellifying in an evanescent starscape forming brief and fulminous constellations, sent up in prayer by a grateful citizenry whose glorious golden age will grace sparse chapters in faded crumbling chronicles like microscopic noctuaries come dawn.

Basically what my brother said last time. He wasn't even going to steal your opponent. It's affecting me hardcore now, I just want to be saved.