Smooth As Key-Lime Pie

Rainbow Surplus suppressing it’s limelight on the wonders of thy guillotine. Eat a planet with betadine. Horoscopes orders. The empire shines bright on double d’s. Who’s to say Peter hasn’t squandered his own stability? It’s a mystery. Lasers are on top of mount Olympus. To party with the Gods of Egypt. Nein. I meant Nile. No you didn’t. What cut? Aye Nike, sponsor me before Hemmingway drops the soap. With enough soap…That’s classified. Nero’s dictatorship went as smooth as key-lime pie. Zombies eat churros off chocolate covered walls. Where’d scratch and sniff go. I wanna eat Snarzberries with my pinky. Unorthodox remedy that one. Blackbirds on starship troopers. Fill the canteen up Angelina Ballerina. Mount a brumby In the hopes of a brain aneurism. Snide little minx hit me with finesse. Topple a bottle over the darkness and shatter the misery of creation. Who. Are. You? I’d smack that caterpillar with a loose brick in hand. Do a orange clockwork on the mongaloids brain. Tis’ a burden with the voices innit. Slander the name of the mentally ill. Why? Why not? Mr. Anderson has an appointment with me at Fortes’ eturo ‘o clock. Where’s the salt? Leeches don’t eat sawdust. How can you tell we’re not terminated? Taming of the shrew, Or lord of the flies? Read neither. Zero outta ten on yelp. Won’t come back to this restaurant without the promise of an afterlife. Zest isn’t real. Ogres keep trolling Billy hopscotch for his shekels. I found diamonds. Turned out to be fools coal. Fowl Roosters don’t like the burden of sandwiches that’re soggy. Whichever rabbit jackhammers a female dog is the cat I’d natural select. Throw them off a cliff by the legs at birth. Make sure it’s a bullseye. If not, pull it up the dregs with Whatever’s left. Make sure it’s done right the second time. Horus used to be so accurate. Until the Spartan’s Set in stone which could not be undone. I see Cheshire cats whispering where their smiles are in my ears. From time to time Distinguishing reality’s a little on the feline’s nose. Knows not. Off with their heads. Head? Yes please. I’m Innocent your honor. Of being sane. But that’s not me. Only you. How can you tell? I understand. But do you? Ponderous. Quails aren’t bad. I eat muggles that show me disrespect. Throw the jackjammer a third and final time. What remains is a satisfied woman. Smoke some chloroform in the back of a gypsy bandwagon for euphoric maiden last names. Terrible to think blind orphans can’t find their parents.