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Font Din Black so u real??? Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the reader dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably numb. Modern Roam Min Times – mesh THERE IS NO RELATION WITH THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH (abridged from brook land) AND THIS VIGNETTE – in ma Englesh. thank a u faux sis this married sexagenarian encloses his poetic opus the smooching this celibate (sleep as a cellar dweller) chap doth miss shaw wish i could give hew a kiss though ye might rip ply with a hiss that would usher inxs of x2c Noah obliging bliss. while perched within mine Schwenksville, Pennsylvania aerie this totally mishmash, succotash, n trash - hoopfully finds ya cheery so...hallo n greetings ma dearie just faw bean help ming this fool i.e. myself who haint no fairy, boot possibly the missing humankind link cuz o be yin - head to feet - completely as hairy Siamese twins with names Tom n Jerry 'though ye might disbelieve moi n feel leery n doubt every word written - but try 2 feign b ying merry while i pose the following philosophical query... to make sense = deciphering billy shakes perry now take a mooch needed break cuz, the following gibberish might beak comb quite weary. Is society a better world to live in with less or more? boy! those Everclear caveman days were brutish, nasty, short and rough. that aside, though no Culture Club, Fancyfeast, nor Iggy Pop the Flintstone era a bit raucous, riotous, and yabba dabba with Doobie Brothers rubble ye us. Def Jam, ear splitting cacophony felt like listening to partying beastie boys on a vampire weekend competing with Def Leopards roar n rush shin version of hells bells, Inxs of pulp fiction sung backwards by cold play, or a brutally nasty, yet thankfully short version per youtube video drowning out beach boys straight out ta Compton winking in the hood while loud Quiet Riot !@#$ growls shook B52 sized bats overhead, when this grizzled papa bear disturbed (like twittering angry birds), and forced to wake prematurely from hibernation set his seething animal anger to boil, and smoke to issue from jack rabbit ass nine looking Don Quixote ears. argh! go. whar art thou Cello Yo Yo Ma? the gumption from this then profoundly gap toothed, high browed, red necked ursine, viperous spouse getting one swiftly tailored kick in the bony arse sent me flying like a twisted sister careening forward out of summer time sadness air back to the future. right then n tha hair, earth, wind and fire convinced this Homo sapiens he became another Grateful Dead Foo Fighter. upon immediate and most unwelcome exposure therapy to the Avast arctic blast (complete with Arctic Monkey), this Mama’s and Papa’s Boy (by George) was in no mood to neither tangle nor play footsie with Mother Nature. Analogous to The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do, I wanted to whip the hide, when needles of miniature aeroplane shaped snow white slippery buckshot elements of style kissed, pierced and smashed against his face from those shoddily made flimsy animal clothes that barely kept him warm. Lucky for vat of midnight oil, which shrouded me in n wispy pearl jam pelt. Tears for Fears spilled in One Direction (like 10,000 Maniacs bursting from a Soundgarden or highly revved Motorhead emulating a Quiet Riot). Wah. Stop crying bellowed the Queen Scorpion (Poison ing the Air Supply). Without - dark shadows of a doubt slunk N’Sync with the twilight zone along the edge of night, these beatle browed Monkeys (strewn by denim dog gone hooligans), who cawed like sum Cajun gumbo baboons as proto Partridge Family for a banana split Sunday closing out Vampire Weeknd packing a full house at the Tokyo Hotel. Anyway, I practically froze off mine scrawny tush. Dang! Ooh, how purty, a cute deer. Out came the bow and arrow. the feathered lancet described a Nike arc with Nike like swoosh bulls’ eye. Upon uttering "hey Lucy i am home", the little beasts tore their sharp nine-inch long nails into soft raw doe. Bathe? The (Puddle Of Mud battled crippled creek), when a dry riverbed doubles up as a mud bed or washbasin after the springtime flood. How in the name of judas priest could our ancestors enjoy feeling like a beast of burden? who says you cannot always get what you want? Alice cooper in chains? Beastie boy George Cinderella? Eddie money? Freddie Mercury? Iron Maiden? Lana del rey? Jane’s addiction? Pink Floyd? Yes! the entire Motley Crue?
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