This is a bit about my store: Lead stays mind there ways backward, towards the forward beings. Spastic brother is nowhere as usual, spending his time counting his loose marbles again. My spinster sister is still baren and devoid of repairs, the dead doctor has given up, again. His sleazy fingers probing deeply into the sockets of soft soapy skin. I believe he is finally saturated to his depths, nowhere to hide, again. Time and his mate left here yesterday and won't be arriving till sundown. Bottling it up they were now never gonna make it anyways! Cause they shed the pond mad powder puffs. The happy pogs are safe mister master. He find if not you gasping for fly fresh nugget. Such a shame my mane stopped it's form going. Pissed off mama did not try harder though. She came and went, down broken tethered paths. Sponge me down master puss body, I own a nucky slide over tosser also, plays 10 to 1. It is somewhat green and slippery and wet the way they are new, from the shippers garage in hot land. His are going fast as usual into the monks favourite draws. He won't let you have any either, that's the way. His brains a squashed up to a lather, pinky flowing substances teaming with fish and guns. Gotta know his tricks for dedicating progress. Gotta know his perpetual motions of habitat. Flimsy board like manners are used sparingly as well. This we know for the torture feature yesterday morning alone. Tried and filled with the plumpy bathing's he's gonna not eat, and saved up for trash burglars for the deaf fries he rejects, after a days mental fulfilling pole dancing, feel this. It is his deal, slow but renewable comfort only, let them have their groans, and apply methods fools too. Their exact out cast loads on proper tuned vibrant hands. Now, we gasp milky's washed up bathers rightly, so and so. Main gee peeks assorted out landers strike it bad. Pincers are my friend and yours I hope. Come on in and feel slander on his skinned skanks. Puddle dwarth, piss off you manikin piglet. Home bearin down on quasars. Feels the bendy forks extend into butt fortresses, quiet time inlets. Skinned frog gasps for time. The band escaped this monster. They were not the lucky ones though. Mango there and here then and back down again, come back down to the waters safe edge master cake eater, sponge me down Gobark, flame my tea Hesta. Polish my sunken eyes and release my tenders, now. Feels as it shouldn't, good, real good. Make me swim master laker. Make me swim master Bluff. Ha, I get the products are off the shelf, now. Bad latitude to the new tenants. Sadder then yesterdays doggy mess up, yeah. Scramble fire eaters, clear the paths. Might get me self a fragrant pie to have sex with, now. Satisfy my impure mother loads, sense that? Mangy stinking fluffed up ponytails, begone! Yuk mother, grade them not, putrid thing. Bin them and banish the scone people forever please, they are not real. Skinned log curdles mangle together to eat. Their mangy hides reek of plastic leftovers, and skin. Promise tether the horned robot mules, into their proper fields, now. It must be done for correctness sakes. Promise not to slander them octopus friends again OH Mega tart. Yes, don't float that way again. Down the back week wanker woods pathways. It is soft and glutenous down there, where babies feed, and sponsor for the fight, bogut done. Maple, help them now to gather their weapons. Hither to, snap happy larks, spring and spry up. Loud filtering ring barks, them curdles again. Crate fishes in cement britches, oh wow, felt that. Don't let them dangle down there for too long either, they start to let gears ride together with their fingers, undo doo, well bent behind their atrocious back behinds bent. You can run them a mile off, the nile off, sent seamless wanderers again asking for the same old thing, mukes brake under threading leach like sky riders, only just holdin' on, that I used to go on back then, but now am too frightened, judgements came late morning misting pay day, in janitors day, of hardened but silty weeping poison pustules, silly programming fucked up by the mack heeds. Main gee peeks and assorted out landers strike it bad. Pincers are my friend and yours I hope. Come on in and feel slander on his skinned skanks. Puddle dwarth, piss off you manikin piglet, home bearin down on quasars left to rot. Feels the bendy forks extend into butt fortresses, quiet time inlets. Skinned frog gasps for time. The band escaped this monster. They were not the lucky ones though. Mango there and here then and back down again, come back down to the waters safe edge master cake eater, sponge me down Gobark, flame my tea Hesta and polish my sunken eyes and release my tenders, now. Feels as it shouldn't, good, real good. Make me swim master slaker, make me swim faster master maker. Ha, I get the products are off the shelf, now. Bad latitude to the new tenants. Sadder than yesterday's doggy mess up. Scramble fire eaters, clear the paths. Might get me self a fragrant pie to have sex with, now, and satisfy my impure mother loads, I sensed that. Mangy stinking fluffed up ponytails. Yuk mother, grade them not. Bin them and banish the scone people forever please, they are not real. Craven swallowed up magnets, only everlasting to cause a vomit reaction. Oh my, what a messed up tiny spine dot. Flowed to bender woods, are not gone yet. Simeon cake masters, are still flashing them, causing surprises for all wanderers. Enter the channels with blackened caution possy, flee to distant hills. Smell that stinken styrofoam. Smell that small, that stinky smell. Far be it from dart frags to smart ticks, let a lone, let the lone be. Promise dart eater, don't spy me open again, let my metal box twing away. Dig it miles, dig that beat miles away, and sponge me down till the skin peels back to my bones bleed. It ought to be freedom by now, don't you thank. Google wooded creature, get up off your lazy bottom and do a days work. Please your manufacturer, the way we please you. Fry down those old quants, now. Raisin' pranksters on cream an dainties, ain't that the promise mister goat cleanser. Come on down sister moon father rocket brother, spy the figs, they are great this year, and so are the larks, tasty frantic sweet barkers. Zoom in on that old spotty. Catch a piggle bike today. Fly to moss cows beaming holes. Buy a scotch dog named turd and fry it's babies in ginger cream cuddles. Smack that down, go on smack that down. My boson bundles sank to new lows and reeked of plate communes too, regret what happened then. It stank, what happened that mountain mute note winkler made a cosine. Maybe we seen that torso too, and also. Ham did an adventure on the mist, slipping, sliding, and plundered the smelly conman's minkies, and frosted out behind the barnacle hills. You should have seen raven flutter that good night, ha ha. I promise to filter your memories next time Snobby, I mean that. When gentile sparks, alas, try to grapple the grass pieces, and promise to be a hand shaken blank tablet fluff ball. For hecks sake, let my tods an toddies go, ago long time after they fried sockless. I need the rescue people, they need the smelter, now. Not that rested up hungers down romans, as well as prongs the skinned merks to their own demise. Quincer play with my toddler toes, till bleeding matter rolls up and out. Together tethering to spark the light. Oh my garden people aren't here now a days. Spoonbill, give me backer to their eyes, you thief. Smacker to their frightened teets, and splinter to their plight and their worm invasions, yuk. Come and watch the figs spoil together on the balk. An watch the death of the gibbons masculinity, you won't believe it. Spiddle toast on frosted gravel pinkish rads. Milky prune based pranksters, applying the radios. Lick wounds that don't extend at all, but still darken. Prising taken down their pants in formats. Stinkin frosted toad stools fragrant, only Jessy could eat them in quantity. Beavers laughed at him, this is better juice for beavers. Smelt that, smelt this, all the way to Nogomet. Same as the last stocked key ways, some escape, some lost their ways. There goes the Jonesy buttons. Free an up the flie walls disaster hopped. To speck an sprawl an snawl down the duggan dens who slipped uppers wakes up the marauders peak cuts. Today, is best, is more hungry, better toad breather, heavy times ahead for them. Here's here, to tether the flamingo trains, and creen his losses. Once pinked out of their scarred fingered pincers, which believe or not were once grey! Until the flamin' climates go messin with the scone mothers, then what the frigg. Yag lago the tooter, give me a mole finger, one with tender fringes, something soft and faster, and flicker off the road dust, smell. Mother said coat it with bees farting new, fresh start then suppose. Primates come to dingle an dangle under the prongs of baby spriggs, headin' this way, and sometimes not that way. Mine is safe now, come home poppy, they need your produce, now. Dada dada, break your fragrant pulses, oh, lament, toopy. Termite it now, tart it grand tourer, tart them all and crimp and toss pieced pies around their dirty edges. Spurt nothing, buts stir around slowly. Sting me pig meat, tugs away slowly and also pander tosser switched to ego ride meant nothing really. Plastics and fustics, need grass to savage, now. Blimy banjo, frost treated mango snipper sipper. Dirty little busted smackys played snoots an snotty spots, cause it must be goat soap time again, till it wakes. Coming to piece sandal meakers and spry wooers Mine is gone, Mine is gone, Mine is gone, Mine is gone, now. Spiffle quackery maple pincers suck, their faceted tongues squeak under the yellowish brown waters. Take it or eat it, mother get lost, now. Spank bubby's bum. spank to goodies too, yiddy come back please. Make it rust and bleed like it used too, now Headwind plumage turkey strike is now favourable for the two timer, he's heading and screeching down backwoods pooper dimpled raven laps tommorows pittes. Across rooster flats, then flats are fat, back down under, you know where lap dogs. Scatter mother moose, you crazy friggin' beast of nature, before piggy comes down, and releases you. He got spired looting fingers to pry and make, by jingo, your gater bunches upwards fart left for sure, I don't portent to be here? Mine is Gone. Mine is gone Mine is gone. Now, tumble backward gravel dependants, and for the time bearing hackery escapes, mask up, and blockade the performances that descend upon the saddened depths of our platitudes. Rank big loser, rank big! Thank you, any questions, feel free to ask.