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It's a common story, really. It has the usual elements that one would expect. Monkeys clashing symbols, brains in jars, whispering clowns, robots of all creeds, sinister air-ships, inexplicable organs, rotisserie baseball and the frenzied lashing of long, ropey tentacles just to name a few. I enjoy to dream of a world devoid of the designated hitter. I am inscrutable at times and yet at other times I am easily scruted. Snits often run freely in and out of my fleotus. I am unsure how comfortable I am sharing anything else so early in the relationship.
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OHE! You speak the unspoken language of birds fluently. You are my first commentator. They can never take that away from us.
posted May 17
posted May 15
If you were here I would swath you from hair to toe in the perfumed entrails of recently killed platypode and treat you to the looping, high-stepping dance of my people. I would serve you pickled tree barks and aromatic mosses that evoke a splendorous age once forgotten. To enchanting beats I would twist my supple body from one luxurious position to another whilst indulging the exotic whims of each and every one of you.
posted Apr 26
ampleasteroid says:
GiaNt HaMburGer is deLicioUs and YummY. ThanK you, Yes, yes, Mr HamBurGer for your FrieNdLy frieNdship!
posted Jun 19