a halt in service production you better have a good excuse for loosing
your head in a crisis a panic a levitation of depressed times,
compressed air chambers levers to nothing, a button to end everything,
self destruct, pony tails a wagging i can feel it on my face, fluffy
charming tail, when i fought the cold war with charcoal, I was awarded
the medal for bland mixing and loud noise.
what a lucky turn of
events his wooden chair was placed directly across from his grave
(laughing) how he loved his pipe and chair, sinking further to the foots
his tree roots gather all the dew and made a pillar of long erectile
dysfunction pleasuring the limited government.
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