Handmade portraits, quarter tricks, INVISIBLE RIDE! (Ghost Whippin' )

...its like wandering through the very concept of wandering. Filtering out make believe and reality, distinguishing them as seperate entities, you grope along as a man in the dark. Thread the yarn, grandmother. Delight in the exquisite sequins as you befall the throes of the underpassed Jedi mind trickers. Wheat thins here, wheat thins there. Wheat thins everywhere i can see. Grope blind man, but you're not blind - just a protective coat of high octane superfluous flubber cakes. Phnom Penh's got nothin on you Danny Boy, I've got the flute pipe charango in the bag. Tools for excommunication? Perhaps. Billfold mania sepulcher cheese? Absurd. Clutter each wedding vow with dust and seaweed. Seize proprietary function of the German armed forces. When will we confront this ever present conflict of wills? When will the nymph fairy oaf in the syrup generated raincoat fashion decease? Start making sense, why don't you! I'll pick up the tab this time, Ronny. You already scored three runs and Geronimo stole those RBI's out of your federal reserve tank. Grease it with some transmission fluid. Works like a charm when Kevin Spacey contacts Life-Alert.

The prayer of Jabez

Command center! Come in, Command center! The wolfpack is rampant once again. Tragedy has befallen our comrades in the east corridor. Unless we find the circuit breaker that controls his mind, John will find his way to our databases and hack into our brains, forcing us to eat WAY too much pudding. Thrifty, I might add. Starship troopers continually malign their forefathers' obsession with Alkaline substances. In return, the forefathers' ghosts have rather annoyingly made the habit of stealing the troopers' pillows. Such ungrateful grasshopper techniques have painted a picture of injustice throughout Buenos Aires. Oh, yeah, right. Like you've never circled the patient square that much before. You are the one that practically brought about the whole infatuation of gorilla sweat- stretched out or at least extrapolated from that entire realm. Don't act as if you were only the forerunner. You took out a loan, remember? So hypocritical.

Brandy - Helminthes - forked over from King Nebuchadnezzars 403k. BOOM!

Pterodactyls are on their way, my son. They will lift you up out of the mire into this new brave world with such creatures in it, thrusting your soul into an everlasting peace and prosperity only witnessed by that of one lucky Veranda shucker - Lawrence of Arabia. Thickness! IPOD with its sentries, deployed to the corners, gog and MAGOG- intelligence seeking Earthworms...STEVEN if you EVER undermine my chastity agreement again, I will see to it that all of your zaxby assets are liquidated. Wreath of pension... NO MORE! Disbanded into the unified space convention of the Plethoras! Don't feign disbelief ... i caught you red handed in the bushes... stealing my innocence with nothing more than a fork and a magnifying glass. Pathetic if you ask me - I was on top of things for once and you cherry picked his excellency's Sports fashion. Deny it and you die, son. Deny it.... and you die.

If suitest thou will for thee, thy will dost be yours.

...and 'tis thee season, whilst prey and foe meet unabashed; willingly throwing summer breezes to their own corners of thy earth. Dost thou summon my courage for anothers? Dost thence whilst thy Turk of such insolence be thy dying request? No - I shant be such a bane! To the one who salvages thou feablest delight! And for once.....retainest thy most poor of quirks.

ghoul syndicated by masquerade : Chip

Finger movements - define. Plowing jinglers... insight that might prove worthy of drainage. Whilst tackle box inventory is thrown to the beggars, wheaties publishers tilt their heads to the sky so that fourteen beetles with shields, infrared sensors, and missile launching capabilities will sense the coming of King Jafar. Unlisted may be the turkey pancho of premonitions, efforts to blockade Newt Gingrich's daughter Peggy's thigh fat from getting into pig aortas will be abetted, averted, or at least stifled. With Filthy maggot pus and juice still surging from the wellsprings deep inside his armpits, Ronald McDonald presses on towards the goal he has set for himself: To move every parking meter, fire hydrant, Samsung Television set, chlorine molecule, and sewer cap 3/4 inches to their respective south east corners. It puts a kick in the glass, Fresh Prince. Do not forget the importance; forbearing can-opener champion Bob Euchre can have its difficulties. It brings the 2 ton wasp out of its Cave. Thats a lot of venom. Bert?

Bolstering suffrages of both Anwar Jefferson, Peruvian scythes, and the Afrikaans language

imperative. Simply bojangles. Hertz and breathmint cupcake fashion : loopy landscapes fretting sideways reverting to PAX television? Wharf trash grasping Usurpations and federal government cheese morsels. Cadavers, thrashing juice takers - killing half-lifed nematodes who, although laden with white-wine enriched fallacies, have wished their ways out of Alcatraz. Ninja spoon-fed shore-line wrappers mangle the fixated giraffe mongers in tune with "I'll be home for Christmas", when all that is needed in the world is a blown kiss from Condoleeza Rice to Bob Jones, Mr. Rogers, and Asparagus. Induce the spectrum, noon is the preferred time. Chilled peaches zooming around at high speeds in the ionosphere, to Climactic music. Ironically, this is anticlimactic, seeing as the Horseradish of Suffering is on the rise to power. Grieve, oh spatula marred with emotional deficits. Grieve to the ends of the earth and all the way to the computer chip/ sour cream galaxy SG-42534. Pish posh, ozone has its quirks but its alright, i already caught the bass. Usher is now on his way to have his seizure. Get a cup for the drool... it gets pretty violent at times. Figure 8 !

I love you

Bottles of quarks! Bottles of quarks for sale! Said the young armless and legless elf saint of Lichtenstein. A new age has dawned. Miles and miles of beef sausage particles racing at near the speed of light, a zapped conscience of a private infantreeman from the 4th regiment dragon filibuster army, upped medication for Sanctus Real's hit lead singer, "Halibut pancreas justifier Version 2.01, beta v01 - Edition 6.7bcf (calibrated for the optimum cheese retribution) ", all have inquired of Roger Federer and his fake ears. EARS!!! Jackolantern. Impoverished catholic sasquatch hunters. Piccodilly farmhand murderers. Butane. Electroencephalogram. I broke the chain. Dad, answer the question. It's alright if you take another whack at the turnstile - it already mocked your intelligence source. So,it wouldnt hurt to prescribe the Excalibur wheel joint and casket ointment! Doug Mustapick?

Browse my ulna and witness POWER!

You know, its funny- because I actually ZOOMBERZAINT! found the dimension needed to pants Mr. Rogers and ransack the pelican of inheritances. Tough decisions, tough decisions... but one must not be picky about such quandries. I mean, the last time the livestock perpetuated into the mist of porcelain, it was rather confusing. YOU TELL ME THE LAST TIME YOU DEALT WITH 423 SHEEP, GOATS, AND COWS .... all screaming , " One if by land, two if by sea!!!" . Not funny. In fact, thats downright disrespectful. ESPECIALLY when it ensues Willie Nelson and his quest to shave and enslave Mrs. Ticci's left nostril. Scamper along, toad of exuberence, for this is your time to dance! This is your time to flourish! When no one else is mirando you. When the bag of turnips has been thrusted into the abyss and bottomless pit. NOW! NOW! is the time when the bird of summer should retreat to its abode, humiliated by the very sounds of the brooks and streams weaving their way down the Mangrove pillar.

Hippopotamuses or hippopotami, a conundrum of champions

in searching for a feasible replacement for boundary setting - brushstrokes, one may encounter one of three undeniable and irrefutable facts: One: In at least one instance, Speaker of the house Nancy Pelosi has been caught snorting pickle spears into her nasal cavity. Two: Rashes hurt but in the long run teach Ichiro Suzuki lessons of diligence and self control. Three: Church services in Beirut, Lebanon, are sometimes characterized with Cheez-it devouring. Rest at Ease!, my dashboard enthusiast. There will come a day, when we no longer will tweet at the song of the pancreas or huff at the durge of the kidney stone. We will join at'once in the grand unification of our wits to form a super-wit, capable of destroying Captain Hook himself.

Majesty and finality of track- described bannisters. Predestined grenade launches, assuaged via tape measure.

Yuletide bastions characterized by malfeasance. Once commenced, symmetric assemblances of 31,238,912,420,332,212,498,298,398,639,003,332,290,333,722,642 Kix, Cocoa Puffs, and Lucky charms transformed into an Army of dried mayonnaise cubes with AK47's strapped over shoulder. Tranquil may be the populace of great SPARTA, bertrum sees the hypocrisy of the azure sky. Unpopular may be the Cosby show in Afghanistan, Uzbekistan will NOT - I repeat - NOT cease their production of Barbie and Ken hair follicles. Quizzical remarks stemming from the outbreak of shoelace fever have reached an all-time low. It is really remarkable how the things - - -- -HAPPEN ! Except for the can. Except for the can. Illustrated? No - killed. Grilled? Not at all! By no means! It is only by pork rinds' decisions the falter on the day of JUSTICE! CAKE batter. CAKE BATTER!! (Accept)

fiscal renaissance/ squandered factions of Jeopardy

boredom accompanies stimuli that arise from spaghetti poetry. Some of these pieces of literature come down by storks of confusion. Storks confuse babies with shouts of renaissance and liberty. Alexander Hamilton signs his checkbook before lavando sus manos. Grandiose caligraphies drawn to portray Squince Paladoris crushing a Mountain Dew soda can spark great interest in the flaky garage crumblings of statue X - version "Incite the revolution of modified Corn starch". Stench of cusped leather; juice the grapefruit. Do not mock its intelligence source. Maul the epidermis of its existence; do not procure it as a tool of bangarang rufio or bangarang peter.

In spite, prego , casket, positron

Let's all raise our hands and praise the bands that made nights of Jubilee come to be; lets all jump to the conclusion that Garrett Atkinson forget his car keys at his last Seance. I can perform a marriage ceremony for the butane cheez- its if and only if Garrett finds his way through the mire of Zaxby's waste products so we have nothing to sweat. Good enough for you? No? Fine, just find a common thread that links each squandered peso in argentina. Wheat; poke. Loop - haste.

Bernard the plastic lawnmower

And through the night the boys would find that it would only lose its mind so effort had become so futile. Fui a la supermercado. Remember when we'd go to the deli and get those awesome chips - hunk of junk right...? i mean they would slice a carrot that had been in the freezer for a day. Rikki tikki tavi shouldnt be picked on i mean bungalows arent that bad of places to dwell. How much money do you need to live , you know? ,...but the plot of land. Flip it . we'll make some kind of money. Just stop nullifying each and every attempt and get behind the bill. Utah doesnt matter today didnt matter yesterday and after this new thing we got goin tomorrow won't even be a question.It wouldn't cut the grass it would just ride over the grass. well, yea sometimes it would flatten it and leave tire marks but its not like thats impressive you know. Well then, escape. Nothing is stopping you man- just the foreboding sense of responsibility associated with Hank Durango and the road (I-46 off of nebraska). Hes afraid of numchucks so jus keepem handy. hey but it made that sound you know like when a boat engine is stopping ?yea thats the one. Fib to it. It doesnt know the deceit or malice so carry on my wayword son. Just go to bed?Wheelin the chair for algernon isnt so bad if you can handle bad smells. Just get him some flowers and tell him everything will end up alright, because it will; i dont want to go to bed guitar hero is on and I hear Call of duty aint bad so why not?

Due to popular demand, the fingers have yet again found within them a desire to change the world with words of wisdom. Typing alas is more than typing. Words are then more than words - and mind you each word has a "purpose"... if you can even give it such lamen's terminology. "Purpose" is but a mere iota of it all; it is only a glimpse of a realmed universe of which has the depth equivalent to our physical cosmos we call "space". Purpose, in continuation, is but a shred of the infinite veracity that should be automatically assumed before, during, and after reading these heavy doses of sage. Hit the lights, Tommy. You know you wanted the Pink ranger the whole time. Stop killing the puddies. She is beautiful!