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?