Typographical err Or makes me live you more
peach day; all the fruitiest
salad days of my unastounding youth
fresh firm to ouch, sluice running rivulets
down my hum-dingers
leaves of green a sticky miss. Wilt. Upturned fascia to cuss,
my inner coast dealings on display,
here they are 4 all 2 cc. Can I
whistle fluent profanities to you if my mood autocorrects
song to joy always as
sing tomboy
and says you are a shit?
Moonlight soon after by compost Lord pig’s van,
my blind blissful germ and his bland loaves. Fly this motion
through a sow’s and years. Take a sissy stile
from Marlena, garbage revival &
tolled mine leaven in blue angle. Am I four ever tagged
to you displeasing Parisienne evening? Tear open the pain
and butter freely while warm. Home-maid is best
for service cleaning while you make light work of it.
Love looks more and more like louvers
when you try to sms this heart and find only
glasnost.
Common ownership is now a closed window,
text only tampering provokes sudden fonts:
I am wooden blocked.
