someone will think it's funny,

PUMPKIN CLEANING FOR YOU CLIPS. that's right, i eat clips. and then i shall open the key, to open the mint, candle. oooh you think you know about the times i have had to bark up brush strokes like flies over dover, but this rover is sober. i don't think that i.

i comb my roots as the plant into the sky. i can't do a thing with these branches! seedy seedy teddy bears, whom try to claw at my telephone. the undead don't need to use the phone. smell that check?!

i fly, but only for those who fail to cry on hats made of burbon in puppy dogs. pound puppy dogs. woof.

shooting your stars only makes a penny. i fail to see why this is funny, but you may think that many clouds will eat your pills. that is such a LIE. i've settled for less. you hear them ringing? taste that sound, rich and creamy. that's not the bat!

sing it.