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A Lotus Scrawled Fiat

Mandated this faux gremlin explorer (alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird, bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed dee fender must be subject to an intense hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious, egregious, deleterious threat to undermine Democratic pillar, weltanschauung spoiler, rocker, rims (sic) coarse sea cove dweller, whose tired hubby capped, (re: proffering a trim package) houses plenty of junk in the trunk adorned with harried styled and tailor made dust ruffle par excellent well did assembly, who (if not consigned to a crash test dummy existence), would present an a door able latchkey cont hinge hint. Fuel lush con tank cuirass culpable, deplorable, and execrable fiendish human immigration injustices (executed abhorrent auto de fe incognito, nonetheless lock king figurative gnarled horns with cognoscenti), where innocent charges teary eyed. Like a cracked glass, viz shatterproof wind shield radiator, the plaintive inconsolable crying babies alarmed Aunt Henna. Mass media did radio this trumped, tripped, and trashed tragic travesty. No tuner then atrocious, baseless, callous dirt deed done dirt cheap, one loud speaker after another took to the airwaves, and sundry tele communications outlets. Sad doggone sonic booms (representative of sub woofer) soul fully bellowed forth broadcasting across humungous flat screens appalling catastrophe unfolding reminiscent of battery abuses against scapegoats since time immemorial, otherwise known as (ohm my dog) volt age. I gauge how wealth (or lack thereof) constitutes as distributor. Electronic timing controllers (internet and/or virtual realty simulates) function as ignition modus operandi to communicate gross injustices renting asunder heart wrenching agony engendering abysmal leap into nothingness. Existence rendered moot as despicable horrors inflicted upon deportees. Thee footworn, forlorn foghorn troops (analogous to stone temple pilots) unwittingly journey into torturous labyrinth, herein monsters snatch suckling babes. A pained spotlight signals sense sore re:us, nasty and brutal choking, that throttles the psyches battered beyond thermostatic threshold of tolerance. Now any Earthling with sense and sense ability must heed this alarm and siren infringing abominably primal tenets, ethos, credos aligning power train, sans *****sapiens linkedin as one organic entity.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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