My eyelids belch with effluvial afterthoughts when you tease me with gelatin and congealed chicken rinds.
2) The seared runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous cardinals setting a spanish villa ablaze.
A suburban distance lying...
Ermine derision scalds your protuberant nares.
I didn't know I had protuberant nostrils..now I feel self-concious.My pathological scar desires to cite poetry through the ruddied girth of your soul!
Good pick-up lineThe tiny sounds of ancient bees resound forth from the forrested...