We Are Buzz Dextrose Progress, Space Minidress, Two Their Left Regress
Wasted sum fun plums, friendly inferior firefly, skulls of blood, dreamt intensity. If you don’t like it you can always fire me?
No ones favourite hour of daze, might look alright but feel bloody awful
Yellow or green slime that smells like something special, spacial presidential; Christmas balls and I went to Oxford.
Operating The Normal Range…. Sweetened Cytoplasmic Yogurt
Grinning couples, it’s trunk all over the place, but makes me vail green. Black lightening waves of green and red wash over me, again and again and again, serrated blades acerbic flaccid and apple favourite.
Daylight awash semantics fazed gazed but we paint favourably… Now them, looming lemming reality broken association operating the normal range…. sweetened cytoplasmic yogurt
Paved medical ascorbic retinas. Giant jolly bad tempered overlooked, bloodiest parties, not seen her soothing frenetic…. synaptic ignorantly somatic, citric phosphoric; carrying those shocking arduous.
Diabolist, princess melodize mattress, otherwise…c… all we blindingly need, isotonic Jurassic, left know why.
Christmas Balls And I Went To Oxford
Blocked up hidden award alike the dirty Secretary… aliens have come here before sometimes from my mind resigned, televised tools and you look like a total tool.
You aren’t complaining and bloodstream dreams, neon melon, Marshall yellow eyed dogs. Green pupils…. will this ever not be enough character custard, Ladybugs screams…
On the moon, it’s enough enlightening enlistment, or your palate.