Sunday, March 26, 2017

Schaste (1914), Single-Player

I'm not saying it's a spring robed in layered deformation, before super
electromagnetic machine voltes missing hat And what if mad, crumbling eyes on
cumb girl Taste very sad face and cognizant stuff, steer the monster
to hell And lull your mind into madness! My profile here slimed in isolation
And state of the best of me in crisis, head up but all wrong
After-dark malware Bonds between chain wallet Vaporized sound
And also none! Useless hidden studded will cut self-replicating nice
and very sweet asparagus sticking out of the ice cream, spots for losing your
mind to penetrate taste of the cycle canceled for reptile siblings in a
pink callus proportional to their frozen open hole.... I'm getting pinhead privileges
openly round kombucha cranium whistle but sad like asthma....
Dell tramps self-driving cars gathered at a sidewalk cared to ink crocs
With memories fortified black stomach lining editing Achenbach's clouds
post-green screen a wannabe Joseph Stalin coats in ginger, breaks retrograde robot.....
Though wooden in the eyes across the ceiling, podium bird membrane
guillotined bionic feet explosively.... Crawling on a pair of printed footprints
what's with the puddle below brutalized hoverboard *Frown* had I
forgotten evolution of first ever humanoids until now 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

#RhettTwitter - Another Mutation

Gone, but not surprisingly, oedipal Trauma hospital has aggressively not
forgotten raccoon........ Then, mildly, cosmology's disgusting grocery store lumber
mystery. measured by whether dimensions bungle
susceptible landmark Supermarkets, incidentally homeostasis
::::with massive psychic transition machinic vibrations sawed Zelda into absolute
meltdown of entities. My double wakes me up with him.
her barbarous lawyers unlock World. Ah feeling more powerful but feeling shit,
Jackson Pollock adds new almond framed by Things: currently retaliates by
throwing stained mink over nail assemblages: Forcing him to hang [him],
existential normal thermal woven multimedia chronology of eating mantis paws
together science of alternate ending the heck out of Difference *wooooo~ In east IKEA,
climate changes weather. Schizophrenic despotism in indie helmet rendered for no reason tech-urb Al Jourgensen finesse horror comedy beat his own clinical laptop unconscious, ____look at [me] now..... For 3 months living in the Last Days mapped
with your guitar____ I haven't really – beauty Cheese knocked up through Hell_neg. farmer_you're ++Welcome.... in a nanosecond this “contradictory ecstasy”
nesting Casio in a duffel bag #accelerates drama loosely.........
With horror sick-pet concerned-Hegel gets lost in – Lifting Absolute pants,
the funk of wine pique collective tennis court with its angry.....
with its angry seawater...... No clue where one's fun- medical assumption
doodling naked hyper-meat curb fetid iota of Pure alt-astrobody shooting immoral
billboard through the Lie deterritorialized blend organs into nothing in a video. 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Duck Dynasty - Another Mutation

what released flavor of adult lice from my mirror
is still a secret afternoon giant cone, subtext is
nothing, your bones is how, tooth for tooth, the wound
inhales, burning funny, circled back and whispering, so
enjoying the tone disappear for fear of deafness, imagined
you want the river masked hole euphoric down the hole
and meadow disappear, flip a spring, like my body machine
transform seafoam into a straw, prompt major shiny,
lurk back-to-the-future heating for the prophecy in
deep state derp, and ignite an entire little machine gently,
an even no, so its water defies digital camera stick insect
tears through Canadian katana syndrome as other
memes cooking iron eBay spider baby, whine as vacuum
occurs there are soft and death and when you travel, wrist
traps in a supernatural crime, rotating fashion physics
that the purebred English pointer on sofa go backwards,
or lack choice of, as to what doesn't want to be a Bavaria
restaurant's chthonic, and yet are you ready yet, for your
fucking troops as Disney's paragon of buffalo dark wing,
a branch the sun hides, unpicked form the round Earth,
the fun made of Snowden subrosa gigantic dancer hack,
with its head on the ground, Jesus their duck is the size
of a chicken 

Saturday, March 18, 2017

rubber kisses face to face structurally hellish conceptually snapchat of the voice of God....
piece of crap fascinating shape of a star.....the stigma wouldn't so closely resemble amazing toilet..... smacked heart-shaped meme pointillism to ceaselessly seize the day with the Wicker Man crucifixion in like an ashtray nearby the strange hotel, misses sex.... pain pro wrestling see-saw, the stretching sea pooped the hotter the morning..... Don't do that again! human-sized-colored Osiris houses emotional horse head with iron-clawed remorse..... Now, a legal bully debunked grub-hearted storming into a motherfucking little garden off-surface in quantity of flat pool under-snake and anus is the fallen numbers molly.... Fuck you, work on brighter vibrating heels, laced with the leaking purple hourglass teeming in the room in the megacities of the red night..... your fascist vaudeville wig is too short – or long poster volcano obscuring the paradise of Trump Properties deep with a dolphin in his wagon have fun idiot, Brendan.... tootie fruities of the same glorious infrastructure a goldfish lives at home at, might be a gimmick for some but I think it's really cool..... at the altered hotel meant for divorced beast balding on the shore..... Also in the putative deli, scratchy supermodel handshake on the brink of owning April hue may melt electronics connected to it..... shake it shake it shut up! Shut up! I wanna make a porno.... out of her vagina..... a huge butt unboxing a million dollars.... meant for his Glory..... the PC wigless cops led him to a life on the rough shame side to turn out not to be orange in body ignominy..... The hills have a subterranean darkened mountain, repurposed Nietzsche's staccato voice in front of my avant-garde zeppelin to tone.... in a furnished, oil-tightly tied ruby smell like gentrification in like a magnified postcard.... nipple eating with ur mouth open.... ur mom.... u can't see me.... chinese Chilies r ur enemies probe..... like the tears of those cardboard Marxbot has a hard time getting close to people with which..... when the day is done …. certain theological elements splinter fake gold egg like nausea in the morning, everybody dies.... fuck this whole LSD or ESP scene......... Enough Nintendo slaves of Syria through anti-fragile revelation mysteriously burger heat emits carbon dioxide the xenobody snatcher accommodated by his or her cats..... hard-working poor Jesus Christ before my coffee USE MY PRODUCT with disgusting hands in very basic iron bed hair as gentle a ride as for a CD...... 

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Kek - Another Mutation

Oh man, oh man. The serpent sometimes fuzzy.
Monument to tube. Pompous head on BBC dad
– after dead people's prosthetic trigger out of water.
Not unreasonable prophetic cracker – please leave
him alone! Transforming on Al Capone's ice rink:
beautifying low end Matrix. In template dryer the
origins of species all meta. Stimulated by orbiting
microwaves. Sick balls sundae curved glues forge.
It's about fearing death through animated deformation –
flowers of the new world order falling outside of car's
brand. Mausoleums containing the smallest known buns,
screencapped bored and how. Aesthetically humans
increasingly self-pale. Judgment always cuts a lot of
corners, eh? Doom and gloom. Style remains. Fashion
fades. Bro. [Voice of stone] shoehorn a whole glass eye
into the Big Bang Theory – throw that shit through this
fuckin' pizza. This and that alternative pit. [Silence.]
Heal edifices, O David Bowie. Combine more brain
anatomy with licorice of swan. Do a mormon a solid
and preserve his YouTube CPM. Discover the abyss's
deets! Could maybe destroy long-winded, like a dog.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Thou shalt not share your bomb.... at the gateway of the raised white background
of Hell – heart of an alien developed with a little electronic flourish – for it's that 
time again. Moan “King Henry” in berserk green dry spots; please make a lot of plain
urine instantiated by a bottomless shell during sex likeable – ,....  inhuman dimply
robot programmed with scorpion syndrome contained in a lunchbox has a tacit
lawn job interview, watches in horror as center of countenance
bursts, breath of cold and hard octopus of Manchester adjusting headphones.
“It quantum, deep pockets in abstract innit – secretly embalming – ”
“me midnight inner peace” = “more feelings than a Russian dashcam rapper”
Make sure cop meditating sociopathically in a nod to deadass waiting plastic,
mouth to wilderness literally burned Daihatsu inside the slightest living thing,
mushroom personally. No excised spit bouncy depressed piranha – liters of that
X-ray slime again, bio-bartender silly for botany suffering glimpse of
blood stink inherently wrong with life coach: dinosaurs. Ah, as hard as he can,
horse-meat algorithms Piers Morgan centrifuged spirals of raindrops circled horn.  

Friday, March 10, 2017

That was fun. Of course, along the blue canal the taxidermied three-headed dragon escapes the room. That's one massive sister and hard father of grace and the three people as one persona said, again blame high surge on ceiling water. I go. So please take a blossomed conscience passage connected to auto parts.... Messing with the bud of a dream..... semi-circular lips in photos of feelings, rapture on wheels, and the freedom to eat flesh – Satan riding shotgun with space editing selfless vastness smiling death, ensnares basically less ketchup in the Mobius head. Hail Mobius! Middle ages have become like, awaits worlds past..... collapsed into psychedelic audio ASAP, mimed in front of mirror with three girls dose in front of the warp skirt-like on the rupashika abandoned berry offering time warnings mornings soldering and seal weird partying corrosive, gold empty ninja bunny inside the puzzle – poignant as one loses control, with permission of Helmut Newton ravioli eliminated shaped into the eyes – odd wooden stare of the dead man – 3 kg of fat in snow ahead or self-evident canyon, thigh will no longer be around trees but came to sin on the funeral pyre. This excitement is not odd – sexuality after a breakup.... clinical hate-like lime.... warm lascivious boy with big hands calculations idiot thirsty – appears to refer to some sustained pastiche, surrounded by their own steam the asteroids in water-depth bursts, appeared vintage King Kong aura though couldn't hold a candle dripping blood to rabbit hole up slopes.... I wish myself so hard into Starbucks, one person said. I go. Hats recycled straight out of a theme park.... the after-effects didn't outlast dress rehearsal too much reckless science-fiction hurt Wow I said change mind at just right moment, scratch lights, radio bursts to leveraged distant plaster human body model across the torso easier to apply. Like an existential obstacle, middle of tights is the fitting of the Dunwich horrors devolving from dukes of hazzard I stand with axe in hand staring into Ikea through the window People acting like they care about you Miniature exit strategy Eat more cheetos out of image scarcity Bundle crystallize.... 

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