|
Shine like the dildos of stolen breeze duskdreams and gather your unfolding holes of potential times spent announcing, and focus on time spent avoiding all obvious and shine. The time on your hands doesn't cause enough wrinkles, so you gotta ball them in fisties and curse to your ballsian selfshams until you feel all the changeless and congregating whocares of whatsthatian idunnoes go. Gotta go now for saidless and changed channel bedless for chanceless certainties of nonwaking dumbless maneuvering doubtlessly through curvy snotblossomed huhs cause that's what's found all fine.
|