Okadal!
Is not a joke, in fact Okadal is a canal---ok I suggest such documents artistic as they may seem get deported to my faxsack in the future....The realm of infernal poetry, claims of manchunarism and dismissive telepathicallic call centers I believe rhyme with D. in fronto of me. Montreal Eras Tale:::::the power is cod, and this is self explanatory, isn't it!::::::::::::;;the dream is my shepperd I flock, Radio- Tony blares, W "what is happening to my artistika in Sotheby's >? everybody knew the price of my work based on "Tora": the animalistic erring monk on my left after the arches, passing through the deck, the master affiltrated a moosey misty clementine bridge but...somehow it gets me all stinged! What a jinx!" (she declared)
Is not a joke, in fact Okadal is a canal---ok I suggest such documents artistic as they may seem get deported to my faxsack in the future....The realm of infernal poetry, claims of manchunarism and dismissive telepathicallic call centers I believe rhyme with D. in fronto of me. Montreal Eras Tale:::::the power is cod, and this is self explanatory, isn't it!::::::::::::;;the dream is my shepperd I flock, Radio- Tony blares, W "what is happening to my artistika in Sotheby's >? everybody knew the price of my work based on "Tora": the animalistic erring monk on my left after the arches, passing through the deck, the master affiltrated a moosey misty clementine bridge but...somehow it gets me all stinged! What a jinx!" (she declared)
It started like this: 1. 2 3.
? Artificially I lept to the morton. It's like a tunnel, it takes the two of them inside a dramatic climax a schematic anti-integristic schamble intermeshing calfeutred griefs and musty moods. The Metal erects a syndrome. Rusty ditches don't run clean and the red amazons make a glomb> The point of no return as it stands was last may. It came with a claim and produced my name in terastothenic exercise of Cannabika Dargeelling Cling Film (Exsctatika Exegesis 2:21) Now.......ok. The mist is mended. The red rose turns around, masses of people flock to the Catehdrals of Bloom, the child turns into a blue droll exstatik and transgreffien then into a Laxapat terrorist of Ghanja-Lep Alpha I .
Exegesis of April:
The oink is in serious condition. the trauma of this huge revelation martialled the rest of him into the newly clasped erotophile. We stamp and seal. set makes it bottleable and I swallow three cans after the morning of lilac Port Allegro.
- seal
- water
- a bit of breeze---zoom to the right and fade in the restof the heazer, reader!
You! you, suicidal fool: pact of gold and silver: the moles solve the fur.
THE THRONE IS MY SHEPPERD. I SHALL NOT FORFEIT
the furt
is my hamster
.
(*)sorry guys, i know it's a bit bullshit but I am doing style at the moment!
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