Waking Weekend Up
A fortress on a vortex is a myriad of milestones on a moon. But moons are not mules and mules are not to be entrusted with the delicate art of spooning dew into bowls measuring six metres. So all hail. All rise. Which goldfish ate pie rations today? Today is not a toddler nor a taming temperate temperature. And a mist in view is not a monstrous monkey bellowing in a display cabinet. Hahaha the internal sail salad dance hahahaha number of prancing prawns playing games and eating curried chocolate xxxx convoluted z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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