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...
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...