It was just recently that I had to meat the devil! He asked me kindly, ghostchild- do u hav‘ a mist?
I repet, Who to the wtc fuck a U? He smiled and overed me the other hand, during looking besides if there was something more familiar!
He blinked me in the EYE and remenisced in a blush of pastence days…..
Hey, suddently it became more and more and more foggy around the tale of mistyfits, missfits and misfits. I got god and a scream became in to my bully that I had to remember J. iT: yOU ARE jUST AS MUCH AS YOU mADE OUT OF mAIDEn!
I steped back and triangled my memorisation in a better step to chess back and bottled my checkneck to a resonable profound and beasty look. Is it all that it was worthy for to goal and to day? was there no tomorrow and no Yesterday for the back and forth of the holy siccx. I looked up and suddenly the dead turned away from the eye of thee and a bubble express of a newish demon made awake. It was the insult-ants god of the flys, Bezzlybob! He asked, not that infernal as the first godish, : Hey boy, would you like to dish up and make a amusement? I eyed the becksstreet and wondered if there would be any kind of naughty suggestion to pay marie with the last bottle of soap, made out of bones and mistily ingreediences. I would love to dine and wine with my own hardly done princess, and happy after play a game of plum and plummer blog with her.
It was just two minutes gone and happy ever after it was not to late to suggest that only water can be boiled and only flesh can be fried and only beans can be aired. It was to much for the mush surrender guyed and it was as Eye looked up there was a third ghost-writing foredoom to make me an offer of the highest degree on earth that a man or woman can stand without complaining about the weather. It suddenly started to rain chicken and dolly dolls from heaven and I thought, what the f is to f for the f! It came up like a big surprising moment to the Ghost of my rememberance…
It was only a dream of an icecream
in a sudden dance of romance
of the supper of pap and papa
of the tale of a big bag whale
There it was, the next step was backworth but not as steamy and crowny as the good look of mr. clueknee. As the minutes run fast and faster I hoped for own one moments in a second of the period time in the belly of the beast. Was that confusing the limits of the ports and pots. It worked and it was more then only a little candle in the wind and jah happy ever after it became a lit-wit… there she was a better understanding and a better knowlegde of the spirit of time and the spirit of the happiest day of my life. I had to blame a woman to made me out of her hairy hips and became suddenly old and grey. It was more a insult then a joke but I gave it a name of joke. It was more a fairy of the middle ages then the life of a duck. I swollowed the past and made myself for future kids and stop wondering if the time would give us more genetic deficits and chucked away in a happy ever after. of course not being gay or peadophillic. The last woman was more like a come and not as a coma, would u like to comment???
for my mom
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