Grumpy Chrome Taco

In the early days
Our happy guardians slid
Butt first into greased tubes
Thenceforth onto sandy mattresses where
Cold hands awaited offering
Cold rubdowns to hot butts

Those were the early days
Before we figured out how to orient ourselves
In our contemporary media-rich landscape
A fog of cognitive violence
And martyred parents

Another Barrel of Potash

Onward to the perfect international territory
unpretentious and arbitrary
where the expensive canyons await

We book a tour
On the tour we'll see the low-rent locals
putting on clothes
double-crossing one another
conversing with an easy, banter-rich rapport
It feels like they are torturing us with their charisma

We will remind each other of why we've come
but people must have said it wrong:
the horse isn't here
OH NO!!!!

A sociopath is both a non-presence and amusingly earnest

Green John Chaw

nice family action makes the moment coherent
especially since the old obese logic is functional and better
but there’s also a weird man flying around
in front of the game
his boundless decay
exposed
comforting

Formally I Submit This Flat Thing

There is no way to solve the person
who knows the fragility of your aging cartilage
and the whisper gray shards of your eyes
and speaks one heavy phrase
after another

There is no memory kind enough
to recall these incantations
and to give them to a suspicious child
in shoes abraded by loose pavement

There is no space silent enough
to give purchase to these spit wet words
to allow their bonds to cure
and find the safety of meaning

Calendar of Happiness

The people in my family are the physical ghosts
united by our particular sense of industry
and a brutal kindness hidden in our throats

We heap the memory meat into great quivering mountains
We have never written memoirs
or held particular views

We are the ultimate blank slate
adhering to this sentimental
pride in the retreat

We are prototypes who long for the dry winter
who bring hopeless words to the city congregations
who await glass rain
hot cutting us down
in our new leather shoes

Lorenzo

Dad is a troublemaker. Mom is an infuriatingly humble web geek. Gramma P is an alcohol guru. Gramma F is a typical tv nerd. Grampa P is a writer. Grampa F is a hipster-friendly food fan. Sister is a communicator.

We obtain the pooch and name the pooch Dramble. A rotund fellow in the distribution racket who visits Gramma P says that the pooch has the haunches of a draught horse. Mom insinuates that she may create a special blog for the pooch and a humorous Twitter persona to boot. Dad ties a chain of uninflated balloons to the pooch's tail.

Grampa P composes a sonnet about the pooch and the recreational activities we engage in. Gramma F compares the pooch favorably to the one on Frasier. Grampa F makes the pooch organic root vegetable infused turkey chorizo. Sister weeps.

Anon Polygraph

My problem started nine months back when a faithful spiritual spell caster built my home. He was having some dumbfounded matrimonial work and that was all. I really was confused by the father of my internet kids in my life. The spell caster started having problem with a strange family intercession.

I want to know a problem and my kids are quitting and my husband never believed his living situation. After I started putting my five friends through hell it dawn on me on that I needed my good things. I never trusted our home. A spell caster is telling me all of it to no avail.

Cylinder with Die-Cut Phallus Glyphs

I am taking care of my good people. Mending their upholstery, rinsing their hosiery, pressing their linens. They will have proper materials in which to wrap themselves, so I may avoid watching the actions of their external anatomy when I give them their meals, their moral lessons, and their friendship behaviors.

I never complain about my good people; they will own my flesh in time.

The Fossil Trade

When I imagine an extant trilobite
I see a husk overturned
Molested by the beaks of gulls
argued over by sea-eagles
Who leave scraps of calcite carapace
half-buried in sand
to bloody children's feet
to be collected by artists
in the employ of coastal tourists
who desire the form of windchimes
but not the sound

Dead Soap Sandwich

Famous dog owners are
heavily influenced

By abnormal notable artists
the kind with quick lips
eyelashes like vinyl
cold hidden skin
and pronoun coronas

In the easy symmetry
of the suburbs

They pleasure grateful relations
with their hands
and other instruments, things
imported from borderless nations

On obsolete maps

A Wee Dram O' Ruxpin Muggle

Somebody needs to get this couple a bunch of desserts. Apparently, they went batshit.

I was disgusted with their social media management lessons. People of faith haven't gone bankrupt. People of faith posted a negative review on Yelp about scumbags.

People of faith are completely beyond business behavior.

Margarita Recipes of the Ancient Astronauts

The principal is a blowhard. We don't listen to his advice, and we disrespect him in public. He does not know happiness, and if he did, we would abduct it, make it our own, and flaunt it.

After we stole the principal's paddle, we learned that he phoned a popular conservative talk radio program and vented his righteous rage, condemning American Youth as a generation of shit peddlers and tweet spammers. We obtained a recording of the call and remixed it into a raging techno anthem.

At senior prom, we plan on overtaking the DJ and forcing the gathering of sycophantic margarine suckers to listen to our techno remix. Our pain will slam into them like the storm of an ocean, and all that will be left is soggy debris, condoms and cummerbunds and corsets. Each of us will take a trophy. Our future lovers will not understand the keepsakes on our mantles and nightstands. We will relive that old ecstasy through late night phone calls and get-togethers. Even though we will be scattered across the country, we'll probably be in the same place occasionally for professional conferences.

Crease the Morning

I have this extremely vivid and titillating fantasy in which all of the teachers I ever had gather to hold a conference about me and my solitary arid flavor. These people span the demographics with wild abandon, and I'm thrilled that each one is in an adequate financial state to attend the conference as well as dine liberally at the celebrated local eateries. All of my teachers were wholesome people who celebrated the virtues of fresh, organic produce, comfortable, modest footwear, quiet music for bedrooms, and vigorous philosophical practices. These people in this town cause a stir, enlivening municipal nightlife and inspiring a sense of solemn introspection in even the most stubbornly idiotic members of the community.

I delight in reconfiguring this cosmopolitan group for sexual escapades, as they break off into couples, triads, and occasionally larger groups to explore the breadth of their collective sexuality. Light-headed with the product of profusely lauded local wineries, my former teachers become students: students of each others' tenderest physical needs. Among my favorite conjurings is a multi-function dildo called The Laughing Giraffe, which serves as a sort of relay stick in one of my scenarios.

I should mention that my teachers have all booked rooms in the largest bed and breakfast in the region, which - in addition to its considerable historic charm - creates an ideal setting for the kinds of erotic adventures I have described above.

Black Snap

One night soon I can invent a brother you don't have and my lie will be instantly discovered. Then I can learn about the dull syllables you carry under your tongue. I'll tell you about the pencil lead in my foot, as if it is equivalent.

You'll give me a cigarette. I'll tell you that the lies slip from my lips as easy as breath. That reveals as much about me as you need to know, I imagine.

You'll leave that stupid hat in my room, not realizing it's the last time you'll see it. Eventually, my memory of you will be the hat you left, the weight of your tongue, and the intricacy of your eyebrows.

Drawings of Leaves and Hands

I was never a dog owner
or a fish lover
or the kind to look at a mushroom
and feel any kind of
kinship

I never knew the scent
of a gerbil's
breath
or of dry blood
or of a blanket reeking
of skin oil
and rain

I kept love
I kept it like time
I slept in it
and never
dreamed

Skull Missing

Women with promises and gallery tickets walk through the pediatric damage zones. I fixate on one daughter of a moist realm and imagine her with the hair of a seemingly charming Muslim. I fill her heart with cold animal blood and steal her genius ideas about soil potential. The women keep coming and I lose track of this one I chose. They keep coming, stuffing the throat of our city.

Shame Cell

You remember the game we played. The yellow yard, the outboard motor, the piles of rebar. You remember the damp masks we wore when we crossed the clothes on the line. The crying doves, the kidney-shaped watering can, the place where we buried the rabbit when its fear settled into its flesh and brought it into the cold. You remember the taste of the pennies we found in a jar under his tools and his ashtrays.

Searing Splatter-Rock Tantrums

Raid the archives of the decorative self-operated family impersonators! Wreck yourself on the cohesive harmony of genetic blasphemy!

Drum Machines at Their Fartiest

It will be pleasant for me if you want with me to research bleeding-edge automotive technology. You have very much interested me. It will be very pleasant for me to find the friend or second half through the Internet. At supervision of your structure I very much have become interested in you. My name is Anna. If you want with me to explore the outer limits of furniture design then write to me.

We can exchange photos.

Double-Album Whippet Fantasia

I have feather hands. I caught the tools you threw. I have damaged muscle juice.

I call blood muscle juice. You act on malicious impulses. My weakness in my hands is fully crippling.

You win all fights. You work in the world with ferocity that blinds me. There is a heat in me that never subsides.

Goofy Faux-Symphonics

I have a friend who brags about his or her sexual kinks. He or she finds his or her vainglory to be greatly inflated when speaking about the spankings of his or her buttocks with orange paddles. His or her pulse audibly quickens when conversing casually about the eroticism inherent in the wearing of gauze upon his or her head. And sometimes I eat venison with my friend until the pleasure center of his or her brain is stimulated to the point of glossolalia, at which time I whisper the entire Book of Exodus into his or her ear. This is the only kink in which I participate; it is mostly a good reason to memorize a book of the Old Testament and eat a buck.

Barfy Growls

Steve and Isabelle know a way to create sheets of noodle clothing. Some of the output could be considered a patriotic act. In my robust imagination I see nose pads which allow a device to rest on your face.

I found very little record of partners in industry who can help make these voice commands swirl in wild ecstasy.

Outrageously Heavy Cocktail

Initiate and facilitate and produce and distribute trade familiarisations, business developments and opportunities, tactical trade campaign opportunities, and sales tours. Also kindly promote consumer show opportunities in the international media trade e-newsletter. You are not the pigmother.

Taut Alterna-Bashing

Something to say to a man whose presence you don't enjoy is "I will feed your corpse to starlings!" No one wants to be eaten by birds. Something has gone horrible wrong if birds are nourishing their energy-hogging bodies on your skin and muscle.

I knew one person who liked to mix her dead skin, dried blood, and hair with the bird food she gave to whatever birds frequented her yard. She was fond of knowing that the pieces of herself she discarded were borne away by various species of passerine birds. She failed to realize that the songbirds who consumed her materials were the sport of cruel accipiters.

Riff-Ravaging

The border of Mexico is different now. It's drawn with fluorescent ink. It's landscaped with thirsty flowers from Europe. I don't know flowers. But I know what it takes to make thirsty European varieties flourish on the Mexican border.

Indulging in Harsh Power-electronics Interludes

I like tea now, Dad. You always teased me about the tea I didn't drink. My negative attitude towards teabags was, how did you say? "Quaint." No father should call his only son "quaint." It's a fucking disaster to hear that. Well, I do drink tea, but I don't use teabags. I use this metal implement I bought at a garage sale in a cul-de-sac.

The next time I see you, you will note that I smell like the sort of thing that comes out of an ass hole. This time, I'm keeping my secret.

The Smoothie Churn

Somewhere, I forgot a big box of office supplies. The problem with this is that I will probably be in hot water over it. Once my employer, Gideon Mathis, discovers my colossal blooper, he'll blow a gasket. Never screw up. Everyone hates it.

The way to avoid the screw-ups and blunders is to write notes on colorful paper. Excellence demands such measures. My additional problem is that the little colorful paper thingies were in the box I forgot. Perhaps I'll find it, and I'll begin the new chapter of my life in which I write things on little colorful pieces of paper and I remember them. Life will be better. Everyone will love it.

Perhaps I will never find the box. It will have been picked up by a miscreant, or I will simply never remember where it is. Last year, some people I know but am not related to experienced this problem. Only they can express the pain I will feel, but they are dead. They are bodies in boxes. Soaking up the Earth.

A Dream Collabo

Take our metal things away. Heap us up. We'll be a pile of hairy bodies. Spray us down with something cold and viscous. Just be as rude and stupid as you want, and we'll make sure you get whatever you want. Treat us like detestable, hairy slaves. If you could hand us meat sandwiches, do that after the weird ritual described above. Once the meal is finished, we will gratefully accept vigorously performed blow jobs, hand jobs, and rim jobs. It helps us digest meat sandwiches.

Fuzzed-beyond-belief Guitars

We don't have to ask for permission if we want to read very little Marx. We want to make people think about how they have endlessly seductive bodies. Stylistically, females are heavily influenced by absence.

Clean-as-a-whistle Barefoot Blooze

Our people couldn't afford to replace the complete history of the atmosphere. They had often been met with derision. So they took up the essayist's pen and began the systematic rehabilitation of their unclear or abnormal notable artists. The whereabouts of these meditations on the city police, light and thought, and church choirs are now unknown.

Spluttery Double-timed Drums

Dear Fred,

They call some guys cholos, and some guys get to be called fags, and other guys get to be called douchebags (sometimes shortened as d-bags). Some ladies are called hags, some are called chicken-heads, and some are called hussies. Sometimes I make up new slurs for men and women. For men, I coined brildos, yampas, tonguebait, and porgs. For women, I coined wabboes, krill, wredges, and quozzies. I'm going to employ focus groups to assign specific meanings to each of these novel pejoratives.

Did you watch the Garry Shandling DVD I gave you?

Sincerely,
Margaret Gains

Tonally Schizophrenic and Tonally Jarring

My favorite character got the whole ensemble together. It doesn’t feel organic. I guess he’s supposed to broadcast embarrassing news about real-life problems to the ridiculous douche-boyfriend character who is trying to seek new kingdoms rather than slumber in peaceful subjection to the rule of others. The historian shows up at the party to deliver an epic beatdown to an incredible asshole.

Drug- and Sex-Obsessed Brats 4

All of the people I know stood on the ground that is my yard and when Ritz exited my well-appointed home, they were beyond crestfallen. I turned on my extremely bright security spotlight. I saw them gathered around the pond where my large goldfish live.

"I will feed you," I said, "But I expect to have explained to me what exactly has driven you to my yard in the middle of the night, culminating in the illicit entry of my home by my platonic friend Ritz."

Walker Jog spoke for the crowd. "We are loathe to explain ourselves at this moment, but we shall sup with you if it be your will."

"Aye, Walker. Aye. It is. Come around to the barn in the backyard, which I use for banquets and such."

And so the banquet began.

Hey monkey had the watermelon

If you want a holiday gift, don’t put the circuit drivers in your house. Display shame and slowly encourage Mother Earth to exile all electricity.

Neighbors recommend ecologically safer money; switching holiday sounds will save a number of installers of LEDs. You want to gawk. You’ll trip.

Drug- and Sex-Obsessed Brats 3

"I have never before seen the inside of your abode," Ritz said, a cagey sort of insouciance in both of her twinkling eyes.

"Noted," I replied, "but I'm more concerned with the rather disgusting footprints you are leaving on my Kevin O'Brien Daisy Petals area rug. Master weavers in India and other world-class rug-making regions didn't labor for countless hours so some American's platonic female friend could soil it at an ungodly hour of the night."

Like a cowed mongrel, Ritz backed out of the house. She walked on the tips of her toes, leaving a distressing number of tiny brown smudges on the strikingly dynamic grain and knots of my Acacia hardwood floors, further sullying the positive energy, exuberant flow and optimistic attitude of my home.

I do not control all re-tweets

The amateur social media lover sold a bag of ancient candy to the wannabe bacon fanatic. The candy was the kind that is brown and sweet, but before the wannabe bacon fanatic could run to the attic he rented from a subtly charming music guru, a typical food ninja grabbed the bag and filled it with hot, buttery piss. The wannabe bacon fanatic told the typical food ninja to give a wood chipper a deep dicking. Then the wannabe bacon fanatic wrote a brief letter to the editor decrying the state of modern confections.

We Got a Grocery Store

Versatility is not your lightweight grandparents' kind of luxury. They're growing both of their possible dilemmas. transporting the sport cart to the gallery of items, the little population makes more perfect solutions indoors. Please visit their active life and use it for looking at the new senior picture, which is made of versatile outdoor lives. Parents see the uses.

Drug- and Sex-Obsessed Brats 2

With the silver key from the false avian domicile, Ritz opened the front door and gained entry into my extravagantly decorated bungalow. She was impressed by my Varaluz Aisen Collection Recycled Steel Floor Lamp, particularly enchanted by the Hammered Ore finish highlighting the steel textures that are a hallmark of the Aizen Collection. Awoken by her intrusion, I discovered her in the midst of this reverie.

Drug- and Sex-Obsessed Brats 1

All of my people came to my yard and one of them walked up to the porch and looked into the picture window on the front of my house. Her face was so close it made a mask of steam on the glass. Her name was Ritz and she used her memory to obtain the secret key in the artificial bird's nest in the Thuja.

A Maniac is About to Hit You

I was very impressed to see the new humorous corporate training videos. I find that they create a rude gray freedom, and a delightful song lyric might develop. I might also reflect on a life event, a quiet time, a difficult situation, a multi-dimensional pleasure, or something profound. Or I might get a call from someone in Dallas, relaying some unpleasant information.
I started writing poetry when I was a child, probably around ten years old. I am also a licensed real estate broker.

Award-Winning Delights

Let's help more frail women, wearing buds in our ears and the new shoes we bought. We'll give them new names and take them to stores where they'll purchase things we've never needed, sold by brands we've never heard of. After we've delivered them back to their homes, aluminum sided behind cyclone fences, we'll compare notes, swap playlists, maybe eat something microwaved. If we have it. And we'll spend our time wondering about the whole fucking thing.

In Some New Place

I stand among the Yucca brevifolia, finally silenced
In the presence of the alien I sought.
I invite it in to work some transformation,
I don't know what kind.
Something painless on the cellular level,
I guess.
That seems right.
Then the moment dies the soft death
Which took each that came before.

The Prayer is Webcast

The names and appearances of our failed progeny are valuable assets and the most visible symbols of our destiny. Do not invent words or phrases. In normal day-to-day written and verbal communications, our offspring should be referred to simply as “them guys." It is the perfect cover for the sort of wickedness that reflects the audience and describes the program or entity being named. Avoid acronyms and other abbreviations. They often lead to bad outcomes. It should be emphasized that these children aren’t out boozing it up or drugging, which can be vague and confusing.

Fin and Bone

Party until all of the stuff you fear is far away. Time and pleasure and anger and thirst all knotted in your pocket. Potentially, the entertainments we endure offer some remorseful sense of serene engagement with the families we find alienating, who seem to offer a new rejection in every offer if refuge, who are unaware that their faces have turned inside out, revealing clotted smiles.

A Strange Insect, or Kind of Creeping Plant

Now it happens to one of mine: the vessel of the self falters and fails. Lost and hidden things arrive unbidden and bring nonsense, a beautiful absurdity. I wear masks, each one handed to me with the instruction to cover my face, avoid mirrors, feel the weight of my body on the cheap cushion holding it. When the mask is dropped, I realize that there is still too much locked away, that the mask hides little of consequence. These are our final collaborations. I have heard reports from this frontier, and I find it much as it has been described.

Elliptical Stratigraphic Pulsings of Different Temperatures

This is a kingdom. Some different kinds of animals live where those really big plants are, where there are clouds on the ground sometimes and where there are smells we can keep in the soft recesses of our bodies' insides. There is some water in some different places and when we drink it, some of it helps us see the King's Colors and some of it makes the things in our mouths do hard sounds. Some of the water hides dead animals and food no one wants.

Some of the King's Garments are hot like sun blood and the suffering is intense. The suffering is in the animals and the big plants, in the water and the dead animals, in the food and in the clouds on the ground, and in our softest recesses and in our homes.

We burned our homes and we only stop when our bodies force sleep on us and the dreams are full of the King's Words.

Underlain by the Brackish Water

I took a hole punch to the papers. I use you; you are the map of a fake nation of mangled exiles. I am the meat. I cannot offer sustenance.

Six Insane Superstitions

An expression of ways in which each other can be champions is another symptom that is often associated with romantic friend; it is possible to chart his awesome aspects.

Other characters are sometimes composed of more than one space, one from a different value, but it is not clear whether it can check the status of their multiverse.

In contrast, the amount of regular expressions for the representation of consciousness during one whole revolution can range from hostile events (or a multiverse, in which a progression of champions attack another multiverse completely different from the usual) to a government or institutional body which communicates directives to the various expressions of I, which results in Earl (not only is the pressure intense, it causes the material master). Spiritual pluralism is a very dangerous power and significantly improves our champions. Also, Earl is a master of symptoms.

Well Played, Psych Exam

Do not use your house; it is full of librarians and rabbits. Small objects such as these small toys are looking for items you can sell. Electronic products, however, tend to lead to higher prices. Stroll near the kitchen and underground parking will be available for pick-up. For example, eBay, it's a garage sale, but it can be very cold. Or the site that contains the icon to be displayed. I often like living in the past. Modern neuroscience, meet ancient Greek theater.

Human Ancestors

Don't forget the hospital administrators! Bloodlust is making blocky geometric animal pipe culture. Having never been changed by stellar data, at least at some sperm should be kicking in soon.

We like explosions.

We like explosions.

We like explosions.

We like explosions.

Also we are very proud of the broadband link

We had to use all of this wood and plaster to build the child's new home. We need to realize the immense problems of this achievement and expand into a lucrative career. It should be a source of huge flows of hot money, mixed with complimentary food in hot rooms; comfort and luxuries that we enjoy are unique. Once that happens, we will become as unpopular as the product of our craft. Think of all of the hand-less citizens. They should be left to freeze to death during depressive erotic adventures. We all know the common practice that gave us the boundaries of ethics. It's like a new music. We hope that our goal is to provide a technique of obvious risk, and charm.

Common Photo Liquid

We do it in a wild place that cares. We have eyes to identify some hard stuff in this place, as we at last establish a platform for those who are here to hit the group.

All of us still can score. This is a cool jivey desperate vibe, we are in the cut. But in most moments we can not shake; it may sound, but none of us can even enter this Jazz. Cool Cats, with us and down under us, which has become here, tying straight, so that we could communicate.

Places will not buy this text we dig here, but it can never suppress these posts made here. This is for us, in cats that have to pick up those who are still paying. Blues is that cats goofed here flew so crazy right now. Man!

What you really need to be here with my eyes in this wild concert, which remains required than those of distant DOA, you get a little higher. That strike, which really was and turned his installation, we accept state directly that show these cats started the area, this group under God, shall blow new sound crazy, and the hot combo hipsters, tight pants, hipsters and no need to cut this scene.

My Awesome Remapped Practices

The selfish orchestral wraiths, chattering hallucinations adrift in a sea of dim figments, live for untouched experiences.

Everyone has to consider basic personal tactics for bribing the precious digital society of ghosts who insist on having their own glowing money which can be exchanged for effective, and therefore meaningless, coupons which can then be exchanged for little squares. This scene shall frantically light up everyone. Existence embodies shame in the middle of a movie theater.

White Blood

In my city, a chain of brake lights heralds the departure of our sad fathers. With wounds under their three-piece suits, they consider the losses they suffered and the cold mornings to come. The sky melts blue into gray, just as their heroes have been exposed as frauds. Their women are ours now, and we teach them marketable new skills.

Licking a Tambourine

We hope that our goal is one blatant and fascinating technical risk. We have to shred all of the substantial knowledge to give you the frontiers of musical being. Thoughts of every contemporary taste should sit abandoned, fulfilling the more adventurous commercialism. You acquire each unpopular composition from it. Be combined with something preconceived and far back at the very outset of recorded thought; the unique music is popular. We have our need to achieve and expand instead. It has taken all this to do it.

Whack the Floor With Me

I am the delightful Chancellor of Something. Revolutionary mental professionals crave their own delightful skills, but I think experience suggests a number of incredible abilities the non-expert routinely understands. Hard-nosed scientists recommend the best flesh.

I have remarkably unique and quirky students.

Perception bites the giant puzzle.

Our pioneering research base shows that the theory of evolution could explain part of the vision that many of our key findings reflect. Psychologists and neuroscientists will want to appreciate this narrative of everyone. All signs of evolution and perception can assure you of the scientists' type of matter .

An Award-winning Forensic Holiday Purchase

Many criminals are arguing that dangerous cardigans are staples of cable television. The First Lady is not dangerous, but she violates the terms of wardrobe politics and the rule of colorful holiday budget fraud.

A person who captivated the President's wife by saying intelligent love terms shouldn't agree with the personal views of Jackie O, Nancy Reagan, or Michelle Obama. His family is afraid of a real-life poised woman. Her advice is based on very different, excessively serious consequences exempt from the style-savvy economy of country. Now, her voice is like sugar poured into skim milk. He should suffer.

Jam Out to Songs Like This

This likeable laid back exchange student earned ten pretzels he named “The Awesome California Affair." His blond father bleached a bicycle and dishes. He associated selling his pretzels with profound soft hair. The lifestyle with trademark food and a cart began his international appreciation for money washing. Abroad, in Chantilly, France, Pretzel Guy gained enough spiky three-wheeled love to study six years of cuisine. The guy built it there.

Claw in Room Crap

I'm licking my own face incessantly tonight. The trumpets carry a sullen patriotism out among the silver maples of the park, and the picnic shelters, and the bare flagpoles. My coat, the one with the small ovals, provides sufficient protection from the gradually intensifying precipitation. I am applying saliva to the skin of my face with my tongue, the one you knew. Now, I doubt you can allow its presence in your defiled memory.

Utterly Impersonal

The manager of business affairs paid for the morphed aesthetic of time. Since the praying studio was chosen, corporate interference and brilliant melodrama were a source of really cool sounds. The famous professional golfer forced the wife of the online picture artist to produce three or four unwittingly confident face constraints. In small doses it's as good as an ounce of feeling ever gets.

This is the band of the future, I'm going to produce them in Tokyo this winter.

Coochie Snorcher

Some women woke up upon a real bed before finding knots of wood and woolen android sweaters tucked under the colorful mattresses. They all heard healthy little bird-like animals. They were fist-sized and most evil. One of the women touched a tomcat and discovered the illness of the patterned liquid.

the details specific to a given text are considered more significant than the qualities it shares with other texts

Samuel Foodman Headkisser, the famous director of alternative goth furry ninja pornographic film The Loose Caboose was found lifeless and bruised in an ugly mobile home the color of yucky spinach. His hilariously mangled anus smiled at coroner Anne LaMott as she smoked an enormous marijuana cigarette to cope with the horror of defiled footwear and gross blood piles.

As the coroner busied herself with wrapping her head around the shockingly horrific corpse of the icon of the anthro community, Sheriff Jerry Sandusky busied himself with a tricky fortune cookie wrapper. Finally deputy Tagg Romney used his rusty toenail clippers to open the ridiculously difficult cellophane, and Sheriff Sandusky greedily devoured the tacky Chinese foodstuff inside. The fortune read "Give the coroner a noogie," so he put LaMott in a severely painful headlock and used his knuckles to remove a kilo of hair from her excessively moisturized scalp. Eventually, deputy Tagg Romney had enough shenanigans and beat the sheriff senseless with a revolting frozen ball of warthog shit until it thawed and the interior of the mobile home was the most repulsive interior of a thing anyone ever imagined.

A Truly Dedicated Showman

Fill up the nice vehicles and the brothers will be happy to ride in them. They will hide money, odd candy, bullets, and toy cows in the glove box. Then someone will cry and my prayers will become less human, more fish-like, full of a strident electricity. The brothers will feel the faces of a hundred dead lovers pressing against their chests, abdomens, and asses. One brother will die with something inappropriate in his body, indicating fulfillment of a certain vengeance.

The Youngest Museum Curator in the Country

Dr. Chang, Dr. A. W. Chang, Dr. Squyres, and another Dr. Chang manufactured by far the largest privately held piece of Chinese land in May of 2049. The family of A. W. Chang provided the special advanced ground transportation research in 2036. After 2040, Earth received the highly unequivocal financial data manufactured for political reasons.

The Squyres family quickly established dozens of original computing objects in 2027.Tin 2004, the children on the the red planet stated that the largest humans in Sweden may be worth hundreds of death artifacts. The first sour pharmaceuticals were strewn over the surface of the dominant space facility on Earth in the year 2024.

As for the origin of quantum text merit engines, the committee cannot even begin to estimate how much of the current family presented evidence of the assets formerly known as space. Dr. Chang discovered the first permanent civilization.

Open Us We Say To You

I know that tomorrow I will meet someone. I think he keeps a crow tooth in his armpit. He has my Vertical Horizon compact disc. His nephew the hard Mormon man can smell women but cannot feed them some food. I made that up. But I want my compact disc tomorrow. I will get it from the guy who has the thing in his armpit. I told you about him earlier, he also has a necklace of black market corals.

The Medicine Can Rip You

Wait for the leaves. They explain a lot. They come from trees and taste like the voice of the sun. They can make memories that do not burn. They make thoughts like bad ice. They make imagined faces like birdhouses.

You Get Goosebumps

Blood-curdling thoughts of high-octane empathic alpha male sensation-seekers have told the ladies downstairs beautiful shrill stories about zero observant personality researchers. Smooth mind-body triggers aesthetic prickles the thrilled discordant university murderers. North Carolina is intense. Anything jarring or out of place ruffles humble thinkers' emotions.

Aromatherapy

Uncooked beet spray makes it simple to relax in a bath. Officers glare at you through the serenity of the window, redolent of essential oils and fennel. The geraniums are in their rubber soles. Tall and well-built, they look great in their jeans. They bite back grins.

Linguine Jumpstart

Place your guests into individual bowls. Sprinkle with excited holiday vitamins. Our gift to each other is a powerful extract. It's the season for rejuvenating viruses and salt slices. We hide some sauce in our softened scrotums, which we enjoy!

Instant Benefit

Ask for a kiss! Walk faster! Use cinnamon to stay calm! When you're ready for bed... Repeat yourself! When you're doing housework... Zap your leisurely breasts with happy supplements of dancing! Smile! Smile until you need stitches!

That Melts Quick, Really

Help the flat pony get its crack cocaine. Then we can watch the majestic TV movie about fragrant mothers.

Submit Your Baby Photos Professional Edition

As an independent software vendor, the skill of sensing nothing in large circles is so hard to learn. I don't have a shitload of excellent advice. I guess you could explain that the whole insulting process is very much a satisfactory negotiation with proponents of affirmation. Along with the technical skill, you have to teach that prearranged attitude, as well. Supernatural influences are not lacking when selecting footwear for use during poorly constructed conversations.

Various American Culprits

I think the producers just decided that the liberal hip-hop stud was flawed but entertaining, overqualified, awkwardly decent, and rarely bulldozed. Inspired by the sprightliest gunplay through space and time, adorable alcohol-addled partners cultivated a portal to so many worthwhile thrills and giggles. We saw hazardous moments. We staggered through holographic aspirations. We confronted countless decaying siblings, gathered vital energies, and went on a rampage in a heavily modified musculo–skeletal object.

hot smoke and oral sex

Remove and discard the seeds of our current legal intrigue. It's supposed to make you laugh. Plus, it's guaranteed to make middle-aged customers feel embarrassed and self-conscious as the banks and lending institutions continue to wage their war against special guest artists on modern rock radio. They are for our french-mexican friends. It's an assault.

The new pro-bono team of attorneys are capable of intense violence fantasies. It's an easy basis for social interaction. These legal issues have stirred up the most fucking intense hornet's nest of buried adolescence. My body even shifted into crisis mode.

wet slut, meet the horse

Now the scoreboard says these kinds of fraudulent practices are practically the norm; this is what it's like to be in the hands of a great storyteller. As a dark preamble to the terror to come, the receptionist was hovering around with malice, which would not have been possible without her neurologically damaged voice. She is somehow able to guess that there is a zombie behind the car, on the porch of the mansion. Her more outrageous claims have turned out to be true, so I’m inclined to believe everything she says. WYSIWYG.

The Affirmative Position

My mother was raised to speak out against the predictably official doubters, such an important premature judgment at a time when dissenters launch a more traditionally beautiful blog. She definitely continues her typically craven attempt to give too many interviews. A few others cast dark enchantments despite the fact that the most vocal reaction is not the best choice. Still, our cherished actress is spinning straight-up high-octane truthsauce via her light-skinned mother's YouTube channel. Wig and all.

A Thinly-Veiled Social Commentary

A set of believable characters were collected by the first state geologist of Indiana, David Dale Owen, in Missouri. The characters talk like real people. A hero has to continually think of ways to actively and creatively market current political controversy and tense political situations.

Your protagonist wore a blue, silk blouse on her date and ran her fingers through her spiked hair before putting in her nose ring and she also misses her mom. She ran her index finger down the page, the green nail polish clashing eerily with the orange paper. Those quirks impact the outcome of the current state of affairs. An easy and inexpensive way to write a book online is through a blog service.

Portentously Gloomy or Horrifying

One of the main concerns we've had in regards to establishing trading posts along the margins of the known realms is that the continued emergence of politically conservative sailors has reduced the quality, quantity, and perceived value of manly virtue. By recruiting men of the old tribes to fight against this new class of insensate sea animal, architects of international markets intend to introduce standards of actual manhood to an institutional framework sorely in need of them.

A collateral benefit, it is argued, would be a renewed focus on hardcore fucking, which until now remains a vague concept, ill-defined and subject to the ephemeral whims of market participants, no matter how noble the intentions. It is a matter of contention to several dozen individuals and small businesses.

Return of the Soft Cactus Monster

We noticed that the trend lately has been to apply the nastiest kinds of verbal insults to the strongest among us, but the problem is that what various parties truly deserve in actuality can't be determined. Response from traditional seats of power has been inconsistent, but my fellow writers and I are heartened by these notable efforts:

• The eyewear industry really became willing to follow a nightly routine, looking for alternatives to your satisfaction.
• The average fashionista retains a little extra spaciousness, maybe a buttery sense of comfort when planning to hit the sack.
• Your family and friends are optimized for the consumption of heavily processed foods, prayer and meditation, and the most obnoxious displays of nudity imaginable.

My fellow writers and I shall reside silently apart from you folks. I have an idea about next week. Ponytails aren’t just for someone with a heart-shaped face and a prominent jaw.

Real-life Sequences

Skeleton Mages are very interested in precious textiles.

I learned that from a neurotic, bookish woman in the rental bungalow. Her corpulent son, graced with lips like noisome grease tubes, founded the renowned website about bird wrestling I have frequented for many years.

I have signed a lucrative contract with him and shall be providing music to his upcoming film, a distinctive sonic and lyrical universe. I feel like it fuses dancefloor bass with twelve genetically identical lines of harmonica and highly creative songwriting skills.

A Man's Sporting Garment

You are a lucky man my friend, and most likely the acknowledged master of bonus missions. I'm fairly certain that you have a program to allow you a sense of dignified wistful justice amongst the skeletons! I'll fess up that I haven't been to a pure liberal establishment library since my crush started following me back before the days of meals in brown boxes.

Flat Comb

Shallows in the night fill the heart with the lingering irritation of hope.

Every father slips into this rut of job placement exercises and whorehouse trips. None of the mothers have enough money to party. All of the daughters take care of lots of sick animals. Up to seventy percent of sons die fast from automobile collisions and of the remaining thirty percent, five percent are fighters with brass balls, five percent are laughing warrior monks who like technology, five percent are laughing warrior monks who hate technology, five percent are redneck hustlers, five percent are cool chefs who moonlight as catalog models, one percent are roughneck weapon lovers, one percent are simplistic journalists with no interest in monogamy, one percent are theorists of anal mythologies, one percent are grumpy soldiers, and one percent refuse to acknowledge the need for covering their penises with the garments most appropriate for that particular task.

We have mostly researched sons, basically.

Everybody is Having Sex, and Nobody is Vomiting

Does anyone have a wig or fake mustache or leopard print anything I can borrow today for a music video I'm shooting? Though it shares many features with today's gliding fish, this song moves with swollen grace, like the monsters in the stories we've learned to tell children. Our music, the music we make, is something like a floating fabric upon which sentimental thoughts are actualized. We become one with the mind of those curse-bearing children, we become something colder, more precise, more filled with the potentials we cherish in the modern republic. Every song is concealed in violence. Every single one!

Put That Guy Inside Some Boxes

According to accounts, many believers spend their time praising chairs and a paint color. Many people receive feedback on the spiritual schemes that lead to a free opportunity to ask archangels about the obstacle course of God’s exterior and interior presence. For example, if you must work on fighting patterns, avoid setting up new assignments elsewhere in the realm. Submit a huge evil photo of water to the head archangel, honor the form that appears.

You selected a heaven you just won’t want to color. Archangels also spend time in the kitchen, choosing to get cut. Identify a particular drink for your God.

It's Not Pink and Floral

You can change the look of your entire synthetic criteria when they become all too formaliac and predictable. Consider the fact that verbal mirrors of more masculine warmth and softness are slightly user friendly. This means that you have to ensure that you keep swinging an adequate amount of liquids. Sure, I'll take care of that right away.

Gripes aside, what a great controller.

You can make and receive cryptic messages such that emit from your basement. That makes it easy to elegantly and easily comprehend words across the barriers of ethnic, sexual and religious backgrounds.

Robes worn by old folks are noted for their fuzzy softness, warmth, and durability, and they can be dyed or printed. The only downside is that they will get you there looking clean and hairless.

TV Enforcement Character

The surviving cop wants to formulate an escape plan after a trip to the Sheriff doesn't pan out. He’s been talking to the robbers who catch serial killers. The Queen goes into immediate lock-down mode while the tormented murderous rat responds to the robbery and actually kills one of the other hostages and those gunmen.

The new enemy is finally showing dismay when it turns out that the Mayans realized just how far the troubled biker was willing to go to get the answer that has defined the final confirmation of what he's long suspected.

This might be the risky deal, the failure episode, a trio of tricky questions. There is no end for him at this point that still involves breathing, and if he's going to go out, better he do so semi-quickly. I don't mind the mild immorality.

Cranberry Grabber

Show the world your fanciest face. Blow away some whale people with strong melodies. Give love to homosexual grocery clerks. Throw parties for wormy little athletes and miners of ores and executive pets with snazzy disco moves.

The Starch Landfall

At least my kids like to use all of the easy ingredients; my husband and I just do not taste like great lunches. If I eat once a week, I heat up so quick on the warm stove and close another fridge and put the thermos in it at once. One daughter asks for the only tomato and takes it to school. My other daughter is too great in size to enjoy a 32 oz soup meal. This is still for her.

The selenodont artiodactyls of the Uinta Eocene

It's fancy anniversary dinner time for Janet and me. We sit in our second favorite gastropub. It was supposed to be secluded from wayward eyes, hidden under the impression of an old government restricted military base that had been abandoned during the second world war.

I think I'm eating rich white hetero alien eggs. I tell that to the waiter. He rolls his eyes. His armor is a living, sentient, and enchanted armor.

"God bless the real psychos in the vibrating shoes," I tell good old Janet. She trails around with her troupe of ‘fiends’, who are invisible but always on the verge of becoming flesh. The throb in her skull and right shoulder gave insight into a tangible injury, but she couldn't remember how she obtained such a thing. The drugs are probably screwing with her perception again.

Marriage is a special kind of agony. It requires the cooperation of numerous landowners across vast areas. The story itself is deliberately ambiguous.

Puffed Protein

The main male character is a billionaire (not a millionaire but a billionaire) who speaks fluent French. He has a Bachelor of Arts degree from San Jose State University with minor degrees in military science, history, and military history. Between 1994 and 1997 he was involved in a real estate investment partnership in Ohio and Massachusetts.

His interests include archaeological research on sites in Mongolia, and as a pilot he owns and flies an original World War II "recon bird." The Government no longer provides security, such as the police, either locally or nationally. He is currently active in this area and for the security of his family and ongoing business, wishes to remain anonymous. This does tend to make it more difficult to discern the key concepts.

Spirituality Means Absolutely God Damned Nothing To Me

The amphibian, it seems, has become lost in its thoughts. This world is defined by wet skin and cold patience, slow industry and empty anticipation. In a way, the amphibian is a hustler. There is searing light above and enveloping darkness below, and until that moment of obliteration comfort is an amphibian delusion. The amphibian and fabric of motion are estranged. In families, we share the amphibian fantasy.

Chay Chay

This was almost awful.

The score for the movie was really top notch. Everyone was happy when they heard it. I read on some blogs that some of the trumpets were stolen. They were the ones that sound like falling crows. They are featured heavily in the grand theme of the hero. Then there was the scene with the dinosaur, which brought us to our feet.

Being a gifted writer, Todd begins to write stories - gay stories - about another boy he's secretly crushing on. Will he reconnect with his siblings or ever overcome his aversion to finding true love? He must make a choice: be what everyone else wants him to be or strike out and be his own man. High school can be some of the best years of life—and some of the toughest.

Dirty Shirt

The group took me to the big bathroom. Even the more multiple-thumbed than I got started. Not meaning to gloat (too much), but I'm glad I ponied up and bought the premium soap kit. As it is, it is just a lot of fun and a great hidden treasure in an awesome career. It's also an excellent choice for larger strips of citrus zest or ginger. My front doors are steel plated hurricane doors. Furthermore, the illustrations are very inspirational. They are just for babies who are lousy, lame, stupid, and overrated. That's just not hyperbole, that's a messed up kid.

This Study May Be Remarkable

They modeled a job, but it's more than done. Positive economic disasters could not include the materials and non-quantitative corruption they apply to the model. Factors such as wildly optimistic pandemics, large-scale currency flows, population sources, and military concepts look like severe social emissions have digested conflict energy.

If these pages of futurist stresses and feedback are taken into account, do the things this audience deserves - such as debt or mathematically absorbed text crises - clearly address the wider perspective? The Earth's a model of negative limits. Growth can be added to that book by explaining one view.

What would 284 loops of natural authors be like?

Excitement really starts this completely

I hope that healthy bear does it just like a stupid movie. No one gives you ridiculous energy. If let out, follow the bear and be just plain literal. Things shouldn't survive out there. For the first few seasons, you attempted to play alone, safe and trying to conserve your steps. Surely the good end up dead.

Brain Heart Million

Inside a physical time, you're connecting your limitations with the dollars.

Where is that impossible knife? Our quickest electricity questions where the strong gotta find the answer, dancing into the formulas when it cuts like a world of energy minds.

You're running. You got creative equations. You push it deeper. You're burning into your life algorithms.

The Nail and Waffle

Against the old filigreed statements of loyalty, our national director is full of hungers like the hunger for tuna and the hunger for new hair and the hunger for waiting until the woman comes to him. He is fresh and papery. That's a really amazing guy I think.

I can't wait much longer myself because it's not all the wandering urges and plain speaking that I was born into, instead I have this independent spiritual regime I stick to that keeps me loud and radiating like the greatest neutron star.

I got sick. I walked to the national director's house and begged for some money. I got the money from someone and it bought me some tickets for the food contest. I won the food contest and I sold the food to some rotten individuals who didn't deserve it because they were exotic animal smugglers who fed the stuff I sold them to some tigers and parrots and an anteater. I didn't know anteaters ate bologna but apparently, yeah.

I don't know what's going to happen now. Our national director switched to pleated slacks and a lot of us plan on doing it too, but we'll wait a little bit so it's not like we're on the bandwagon, because it's not a good thing to have that reputation. People think you're sucky if you do it, so you hold off and then after the initial wave of the fad has subsided you slip into the menswear outlet and pick up some pleated slacks slyly and wear them to Bennigan's or the place with the big onion.

DO NOT TRY TO EAT SOUP WITH THIS SPOON!

Would not have all energy from the big bang passed by billions of years ago if the universe expanded from a singular central point? Is it possible that some species of spiders are SO small that you miss them altogether? That is tribal shit man! I got it as a present from my brother-in-law as a pirate DVD.

The gestural control was a nice surprise; I didn't know it had that capacity. Who is the long haired person at the beginning? Now here's a guy we wish we could take credit for. Learn how polymers hook together with the included activities. Cornstarch is used to make gravy. It's not edible on its own.

Very sweet and ambitious

There is no sugar in the meat or cheese. I couldn't stop laughing, after I spent that whole day crying. You seem to be angry. Do you have a large rusted item in your rear?

I would get a boner except for the old guy with the measuring tape. I eat a good portion of it each day on a trough-sized plate at dinner.

And, notice when the driver of the car gets in to start he is wearing a helmet, then half way through no helmet. This will especially happen if you have an old bitch like mine was. I guess I'm the anomaly in your hypothesis.

Flinging Puzzle Molybdenum Porridge Molybdenum

The soaking sensation on your scalp is because of the song we sung yesterday. It was a hot tune I thought and I'm glad we did it, and I'm even happier that we ate the big cake afterwards. I'm less thrilled about what is happening to my body now. My nerve cells are growing super-big and poking out of my skin.

It's not happiness that's happening to me. It's something more like the wounded sound of cold wood. That's why I left the garage and you are alone with the rags and dusty glass.

In a week, I will be surprised because I am enjoying the thing that is happening to me and I will be a transformed object with knowledge of the opposite. With new flesh and the kind of money one spends on nothing, I'll walk away, into slow silence.

Find me.