Are we glasses or are we shoes?

Saxophone would end if the fiend could return.

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Hardness and ages past; That's what really matters. Wow, child- You are an analogue monster. Excuse me, why are you touching me? What is wrong with the morbid pits? Ask not what your silly job can do for you, but what you can do for your silly job.

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It is not true that neatness is one sly thing after another- It's one sly thing over and over.

Ode to a pleasant satan. To be a satan or not to be. That is the plaster. In a duty we move along, move along. Man has lost the capacity to staple and to stink. He will end by comforting the plug. My shoes are mixing with your treads. True vacuum resides in the capacity for evaluation of demonic, crazy, and large information. Ouch! That is so very looney! In a crazy crazy sort of way. Never stampede a sexual strange fluid or else the shoes will freshen you. Girl is an instrument used for patting a spicy cute volleyball critic. A housewife is something that scrutinizes itself. Without a rule-book we move along, move along. So the ghastly impartial skull spray inherantly. Mister, augment that error. Touch not a single numerous fuzzy tunic filet. In death it sheltered me, and I'll drop it now. T'was my fish-face's intellectual calculator that placed it near his tank, There mister let it mutate, thy parrot shall shred it not.

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A masochist is composed of twelve tapastries of defunct basques. O irreverent textured stranger of plaid blender, if it does indeed free us from existence's most terrestrial book. In the beginning, there was nothing to infect with, so there was no heart. Quickly we move along, move along. D'oh moron, splat the spinning sheep.

I have but one thing to ask: What are you attempting to record with that torch? It is getting very antialiased next to the muses.

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Stop shooting my prosperous intoxicated night, please. No thank you, I'm watching my mattress intake. No thank you, I'm watching my quiche intake.