NEPTUNIAN SARCOPHAGUS

Because it is the archangel hypnotizng you into losing yourself in that thin treadmill at the archane center of advanced transurfing & remember what that demagogue Rex Hemphill said. This is why it's best to imagine one's skull as a chamber of fetal hair waiting to sprout into a fetching pompadour & it is cool that you readily chased out that tenacious tout; besides, you still didn't have the gumption to reveal where did those tomatoes go. did they just now squeal like an army of rats enjoy an exorcism? 'Wanton warriors witness wondrous witticism' muttered & uttered the judge & that made you hate your loathsome self's guts with abandon & fury. That's why you can't trust a cod who is illiterate; specially if those bald tomatoes ran away. Even a Neptunian sarcophagus will know now. Dear scallawag, where did the tomatoes go?