Boom and Bang

Can a moon fit in a ladle? No. Can a white ball explode a street? Yes. It is the will of the entwined serpent symbol to eradicate lives in a global swoop. Much planning. Quarterisation of countries. Count 1:2 3 4 5 then move. Octagonal month. Smash. No not good. Gaming garnets gathering guns grabbing. Gibbering. And a dissatisfied cloud. Very upset. Wailing ashes through tears. A torso ripped like an unwanted bill or letter. And that parsnip in an ornately dressed suit. Triple a multitude and multiply by 6000. Crest created. Derogatory. No haha. Definitely not. Definition is simply nit derived from statutory provisions. No xxxxx for flesh erosions. Z to it. Multidimensional 9% of a global glove.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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