Chicken Legs

We trees down soon roots everywhere pushing up floors, doors and walls. Cracks. Novice sailboat creamed corn safety bowl real sanity something else. Running downhill. Open lots of areas part the locks of hair. Rude. Pumped. Lose a fee charge too much. Free estimate. All’s well that ends well. soup in chains pork shoulder Boston butt chicken legs.

Skyscrapers

Pepper slaying Johnson Abigail thru Chinese recreational vacuums. Scary solemnity carefree cemeteries. Inopaly sword fighting succulent peaches in two merry musketeers. Volume pouring into factory swinging slightly corner gent leaves top hate change brightly. Rude cooperations with whipped cream on top, giving solo flights into the Grand Canyon. Space lizards eat cucumber tangent albums in sprite lead bereft sold movie popcorn smoothies. Are the orangutans in story book romances locking onto skyscrapers?

Underwater Ballet and Me

Poochy playground parasites play perfectly in end type, so often was the pooch played, so close was the matinee. In rainbow trees, the stalagmites color freely in between, I’ve seen. So come and spray and make gay meetings in southern ways. Valves tease meagerly, to hope—underwater ballet and me.

Please

Very somewhat earthly and soggy, tuned to a separate key and a half. With milk, of course. I like smoogar in my fleas. Sweet poop into cottage institutes. Realms of rewinds cover triage of sorts. To ink thus peed on canvas or paper watchamacallit. To bus, put indeed around a cough and split hounds. To rub along, so please.