Suck and strangle new fangled weirdos.
Growing fangs on star-spangled beardos.

HASH TAX!!

The minutes drift on a cool monthly stream.
Not sure where thoughts come from, just did.
Dreams of flying and breathing under water.
Practice in a sort of magic-mind school-world.
What’s this I hear coming from the SUN? (ants)
*approach of the splash retriever

yoya honrasz goes linbop squad rap.

kerfka lootz besent besent

long neat complex dreams dealing with many people and many ideas.  almost an interconnectedness felt on a hyper-dimensional grid of times and places.  multiple beings present but not.  main story involving myself and many people i know and do not know playing characters within the story.  all sorts of comedy, drama, sci-fi, all types of plot settings.  all this is vague in description, only because it was so densely layered and detail-oriented, i do not remember anything specific occurring.  when i awoke, i had the answer to the problem i had begun contemplating last night.  how do you combine former vice-president al gore’s name with the word and concept of an algorithm?  al gore rythm section.

with hats:



yobleart=scavenger general
tay tay=climb in recycling bin
sarah=free fotoprocessing

asian tiger mosquito madness:
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1. flist latio loiner
2. mexican blankeart
3. vestrick magi
4. my nose and me

sitting inside the patio den i saw you spew in my peripheal we had some drinks and the night ended with the light poles graphing my face in the back seat.
open omen:
hormones
harmonies
hermits
her mits
her tits

dream::i was with my cousin chris.  we had a rifle/shotgun.  somehow, i accidentally shot him and he died.  i waited around awhile, scared, and it started raining and flooding.  i went inside and found uncle ray and told him chris accidentally shot himself and he is dead.  he laughed and came outside with me, skeptical.  (the weather kept changing from rainy and flooding to nothing at all)  we found chris and ray was acting like he didn’t really see anything wrong, and asked where chris was.  i was attempting to turn chris over and get a good look at his wound, yet when ray asked where he was, it seems like chris wasn’t there.  then we went over to the shed and opened the door.  inside was a fat person with a very large head with messy kinda curly hair.  in the face, which seemed to be in a seizure or possesed state, and kinda vomitus, i recognized chris’s face, and tried to help him up.  then he was himself again as though nothing happened. 

The Big S.A.D.s - Teleport!

annah verana,

V8 and the low sodium fart healthy activity word bond
and super crazy expo challenge is one of the veiny
mates currently sponsored by our universal
imagination.  make a plus size parka.  make a paisley
prints pattern for a plus size parka.  put your baby
inside me.

love,
prince pattern

DICK JACKY

perhaps more than one of those erds

Brown Street Block Party!

Sir Stephen Treadwell once said “it’s easy to come up with a good idea, but it’s harder not to.”

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Everybody needs a teacher. People like to talk about it, happens all the time. Just stop and think there’s a reason for it all. Something out of nothing, the only time is now. Real is now, the rest is later. Everyday there’s a way to make things better. Now not never we must work together. All we need is you and we. Caring is the key. Open the door and step into reality. Make consciousness a state of bliss and happiness our greatest gift. Make reason a season that begins without ends. Our time is money and survival our profit. Live the life of our dreams with all of our means.