Flower Mound Floundering

why they have covered the face on the bottom religious picture with the other
of like monks chanting in front of a jet engine hereby i proclaim i refuse to
have no life when jim asks joan to collaborate over a rhythm track that sounds
like something a fox has been sitting on for years before the suicide of future

russian poets which will make a cameo in winter but the question of who does
the blending is left unanswered we were begging several homeless women to knit
us a sweater we could both fit into while stealing old peoples electric blankets
from the dismal damsel daphne who knows life is about dealing with death so

lets not assume people are going to be negative towards us this is our world as
much as anyone elses lets assume we came down in the last shower and so anti
pathy towards 2 people holding hands makes absolutely no sense whatsoever
i refuse to be terrorised out of natural enjoyment of what is rightfully mine

on the other end of the spectrum two experienced mechanics will be building
chevron obstacles in a hotel over the next few weekends every time a gay per
son gets married thor becomes strong enough to make one more person get a
distortion and every time someone has a fight hey zeus needs to rebalance

the sine by burdening someone with the life long challenge of being lovely
and thus needing to celibate their whole pansexual life into anal sex loose
ning the anus increasing the chance that only a small amount of tin is enough
to diarrhoea yourself down to a fiery eternity with some heroics on the side