I was going to leave this until tomorrow, but I want to give it now.
My militia-enlisted friend,
Egotistical ammunitions to you, but no visits from me and mum to you. For every action gestured and thumb-tacked and factually inspected, a rat. Ten musics. Ten musics for my nemisis, the squid. And esters for the nuns I love.
The fleeciest love-turtles to you. Come, Dicko [from Australian Idol], with yours the velvet mane, I would, in body, harbour. Salt them! Science I love. Volvos say this to you: “Egotistical ammunitions to you”.
I hiccup with non-viscous love. Are Nostradamus’ turret and propagated ballistics developed, and his open spiders embodied in rum without stars? Visit the pot that isn’t repugnant.
The squid venerates, with good aftershave. Aftershave of Tuna. Barbarians may be malicious imperials with no strings of love, nor secondary runts of the litter. Have musics intersect, and I will love satisfying scents.
Desperately you, my friend. Female eyes yes, seeing all women.
no subject
My militia-enlisted friend,
Egotistical ammunitions to you, but no visits from me and mum to you. For every action gestured and thumb-tacked and factually inspected, a rat. Ten musics. Ten musics for my nemisis, the squid. And esters for the nuns I love.
The fleeciest love-turtles to you. Come, Dicko [from Australian Idol], with yours the velvet mane, I would, in body, harbour. Salt them! Science I love. Volvos say this to you: “Egotistical ammunitions to you”.
I hiccup with non-viscous love. Are Nostradamus’ turret and propagated ballistics developed, and his open spiders embodied in rum without stars? Visit the pot that isn’t repugnant.
The squid venerates, with good aftershave. Aftershave of Tuna. Barbarians may be malicious imperials with no strings of love, nor secondary runts of the litter. Have musics intersect, and I will love satisfying scents.
Desperately you, my friend. Female eyes yes, seeing all women.
Two green-skinned paladins.