Encomium For Cumulative Collection of Trash

Encomium for cumulative collection of trash The pyromaniac within yours truly beckons sacrificial ritual mine burning (man's) sacred plastic bags of rubbish (comprised of: hairs combed, ditto trimmed from dead head, filthy lucre - ha, phlegm wrapped in tissue paper, snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails), awaiting flame thence said materials reincarnated into sooty ash no matter such fiery rhetoric would be deemed illogical or brash, cuz I would sooner serve as a crash test dummy while riding bareback with spicy specie missus dash (subsequently witnessing Chiroptera bat out of hell bat an eyelash at weird ways of wordsmith) subsequently prompting me a praetorian guard reincarnate, whose coat of shining armor after radiant dancing sunbeams beating down ferociously upon the terra firma indicating resplendent morning has broken to blindingly flash belying onerous task setting sharp teeth into bite size meaty morsel that gnash, whereby said raw bits of comestibles masticated into hash. Sheesh, yours truly the fire starter his fiery soul he would willingly barter with the devil, who might be repulsed all the way to kingdom come courtesy one powerful farter, whose name alone sends shivers, especially snaking down the spines of Thamnophis. Maybe being a garbage patch kid, the progeny of renown Chemist B.B. Harris and to slightly lesser extent late culinary cuisine queen Harmit Harms Kuritsky – (both parents deceased) as well as a long haired pencil necked geek even going Halloweening once as chief garbage taster helps explain this fixation retaining said plastic bags of trash, which mode of disposal would ideally be courtesy kindling tinder. This combustible transunion link analogous to their representative first electric kool aid basic laboratory litmus test date), which took place without a hitch, and telepathically encouraged begetting retinue of revered sons and daughters, whose ken hopefully burned with passion KRISPR incubated, inculcated, and incurred genetic outlook ideally transmitted to prolific brood of begotten babes. This kid felt embers crackling, popping, and snapping with yen that burned from within and without buns sin burner of this cingular earthlinked son. Pardon me while I attend to formidable task to buzzfeed incinerator, which cries out like a hungry caterpillar a rumbling easily mistaken for the Alaskan bull worm.