sitegoauide for pietje precies pun dotery, submitted by Michel. I have absolutely no idea how to describe this, and even if I did, I would get sued for using them. This site is like a rainbow enema plastered across a chunk of asphalt. I have no idea what its purpose is, why it exists, or how many jugs of moonshine the author ingested before writing it.
So this flex-twist-tensilarating-squeeze and pump-kin kind of thing ---- lends sighnz of life's cycling and breath wrested from death's cling ---- as minute traces ---- to thus mobilized marble's smile cracking and mud washed off its shine tracking faces, ---- it grits, frits and spins life from rocks, wittingly recycling and breaking up the relatively collective same ---- into the more individual and minute momentae of a multigeared game ---- which speeds naked inertia's pent up clocks on a return to spirited nonracist, asexist and intimate contact without shame. (note: I believe voluntary racisms and dominisms are nothing but natural and unavoidable hyrarchies as in same but different stages between terrestr- and celestial rock specks dustballs and everyting in between. Down here the biggest crumblers, classifyers and size reducers are the least scrupleless of unfair dealing though;good thing we remain so close to the dumbnumbness of inertia or else we would suffer . . . .or no, we would not suffer the children.... . . .. . )
Yeah, what he said. This site simply boogles my mind, and every time I try to even thing about it, my brain shuts down and tries to escape from my nasal cavity. Oh well, if you don't like the link, just sue me.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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