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"Don't look over there." The august-berries ran rows around his feet, tearing down wall ways everywhere their teeth touched.
"Look over where?" Doubt clouded my glass tupperware, making it hard to microwave my peeps.
"Look over there." Fallacies fly out your hair mittens. Ew. "Dammit, I told you not to look over there."
"I saw nothing but trees." Talk about talking.
"Good."
Forget alas but what yonder the preposition speaks about your fern. She has not let the blueberrie's indigo use homo[hones since tuesday's last e-mail. I cannot forget what is not yours in a flying heap of dunking hay bails full of racoons. Remote urban areas may or will have three gallons of mice splashed onto the lesson bird. Teach that muscle to move warfs immeadiately‼ Farm animals have taken to the skies to escape from Dreamview's most empathistic field mice that have gone frantic about the harsh swamp. Quagmires and Quagsires mean little in the greater skeem of color on my hot-air balloon with bacon and A1 fire truck. Hell is but a small dog compared to the pack in his lard.
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Ha ha, time out for an inning. I was just when reading ago and came down to the peak, I saw sea see on the next page a see saw. It was down so that it wasn't but not across as if somebody went away, quite yet. I asked just to want that, how saying.
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!! :banana::banana::banana::banana::banana::banana::b anana::banana::banana:
To quote a wise man/woman I once knew....Quote:
Originally Posted by ReachingForTheDream
GET OUT
I assure you, I am a woman.Quote:
Originally Posted by Fableflame
Creek within the jelly-topped pants and peer inside the cap, for whence the sider's ceiling came, the clams can only yell.
Here
...is aware.
Here is aware.
There
...Is not aware.
There is not here.
There is not aware.
But here is aware.
This post is here. This post is aware.
This post is there. This post is not here. This post is an idiot.
This is a tilde ~. The ~ lacks the ability to be aware. It is not aware, but neither is it aware. It is simply aware. Bow before the omniscient ~. The ~ knows all. The ~ knows nothing at all. The ~ is a collection of pixels on the computer screen. The ~ is information. The ~ is information, but it does not know anything. The ~ is ironic. The ~ knows all.
And then we took them to the house of trout.
The End.
Of what?
Everything. Nothing. It's all the same.
I smell my fork when I drive my car because I am NOT crazy.
Death is the road to awe.
tubby neon god
But what not we don't want, the arbor has forgotten said limax in the previous fox. Remember, the quotes are cheesecake's tittle.Quote:
Originally Posted by Universal Mind
Heard it flutter,
the utterly lubberly butter,
to the clutter-
covered sherbert shrubber
of rubbered blubbered blobs.
The meerkats are aligning, the spaghetti monster is coming, and the monkey is about to squeeze the orange into the Indian ocean and revive Chester, the magic pencil. In short: we're all doomed.
bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar bar gretta bar bar bar bar bar bar chet bar bar bar bar bar bwetta gretbachar.
Head for the bunkers, the spotted green plague is upon us! *flees hysterically*
Oh, come on. No references‼Quote:
Originally Posted by Mario92
OQuote:
Originally Posted by Jesus of Suburbia
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Senseless post above makes sense. I shall send a swarm of butterflies to eat your lawn grass, then the unicorns will drop glitter everywhere, and then armageddon will happen because your lawn was disturbed.
I will use no centrefugal force to make sense in a lawn gnome‼ Go away, you're harshing the cheesecake.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mario92
Hello. Yes? Know. I no. This is this. And this is thiii-iss. Where do you go to church? The mall. Like oh my Jesus! Kids? Fine. Let's do this. Meet me at the brothel. Amen? Knot. Okay-A a a. Rehab. At dawn it is born. Film after news film. Good afternoon! Shore.
i have no clue why i even bothered to read this thread.
i truely feel senseless now.
if you find yourself reading this thread i am afraid to tell you that you are really bored
Dear loyal subscribers,
You are not only the dead, but you have my
Appreciation as well. Since we know all events written
Here have happened IRL, I thought I’d be witty and
Add something fictional to the mix. Introducing:
Ah, what a clear sky. It sent a wave of the sun sailing across the fair grass.
“Joy” I rolled my eyes. “Well, what’s the ‘dilemma’?”
Gerald shook his head in a violent motion and came to a stand at once. Giving a half-hearted apology he slipped past her with a sluggish gait and approached the door. Freezing in place the engineer felt the sudden urge to cry. He heard his fiance's soft steps draw closer from behind and received her melodious voice with an increasing sorrow.
Did he sing the following military folk song:
My many defenses have failed and barriers fallen. So barren am I now I feel I’m destined for hell and that hell is this place. There are so many of us! I cannot get away from the people and their thoughts, words, opinions, mannerisms, dialects, glares and grins, rasps and monologues, footsteps or cries. I want away from them, to withdraw into the unreal where I am not so inferior or terrified. I am not a being crafted to function in society; had I my way I’d die a hermit in a cave in blissful ignorance with only the skills of fishing or trapping. It is not something I will learn or adapt to—it is my definition of misery. But behold! Forced am I to jump head-first into misery time and again with no companion or friend.
Cursed was this time with censored contemplation and decadent zeal, for all once augmented hope had dispersed into the meager reliance of government and standing. Fellows of rarity trotted with the luxury of the radiant and warming star above, and only the same number absorbed in its natural light. Titanium, accompanied by various copper wires, mediated the weary soul and often educated the ignorant through stringent means. Daily the dark void would pass through the scarlet sky, veiling light from even those of more god-like charisma among their peers. Not a single man knew right, and nor did a single man know wrong. Relativity was the gods of their lives.
He looked at them coldly, slowly chewing off another piece. After swallowing, he gave a mischievous smile.
“This is it. I only found one slice.”
Chelsea’s eyes shot open. Is he serious? She wanted to curse him, wanted to hurt him, but Noel’s words beat her to it.
“That’s it?” her voice boomed, filling the entire ship. “Instead of coming to us, instead of dividing it among the crew, you eat it? This is some kind of crude joke, right? I mean no one can be that selfish and stupid!”
“Smells like burning rubber in here,” Marco said groggily. “Care to explain that?”
[Meanwhile]
“It’s funny” Jenna laughed pointing at me, “You drag us into damnation simply to lead us on something only in fairytales, where did they hear that from? A child’s book?”
Something inside me broke. I had had enough.” Shut up! I’m tired of hearing it from you!”
Every story must conclude in some way or fashion. In this case the Queen falls madly in love with Gerald and they have seventeen children together, whereas Shik and Brent have a bitter argument and resent one another until the cows come home.
[Part 61 next time, or else.]
Why would this even to when because you didn't between the how could even this not for never even considered how far time spoonforktrees tell pell pill shrill wwwwwwhat far far far try to even think not where time loop subspace but for fuck's sake why not look out in near never think not even but still but never maybe, maybe, sometimes always never. I don't know, because the hill of when they tell me that that is that that I know but it takes more than to look at when you don't even take for the time to what know when for now.
I hear its amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hari Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!