Leave. Morph into a spec and fly in and out of some nostril. I simply have no interest in your occupation sir, let alone your children from a previous entanglement. It eats( digests), karpf, karpf, teeth grinding, a god awful stench. Please leave at my call, for I do not care for your reptile tears, simply diluting my drink. Good to know you sir, perhaps. Indifference.
– A common whoreish whore, that ' s what I ought to be, factories do not suit me. – What brought you to this conclusion then? Perplex-ed mystery
– The morning, it does not suit me. I could not be caught alive in a factory at morn. His hair swooped down.
Angering Caesar in Gaul, such aligned themselves with tribal attitudes, to no surprise there is, if only they could capture a general and drop him into the early remnants of the seine. Along the riverline runs shrubs in shapes that bring birth-pains to the locals. Muttering‘ Aye sure I’ ll see to it tomorrow love, don ' t let it fill your head, sure I promise you!’ A philistine dilettante, underappreciating the depreciation such Hellens have conjured. Viscous drool coming from the toothless men, abandoning work, giving up the bricks and taking up the ale, the slogan of lazy labourers. Threefour time clarinets swoon in style like they jig feetfirst to the bar. Antwacky flat caps, sewn together, rather nicely. Corkpops turn into corkflights, as the hidden bottles are brought out for yet another birthday, overflowing. Gugugushhft. Again, and again.
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