Another Killed SUshi Dream (part 3)

static-harmony · 12.03.2006, 07:20 AM

Whisky challenges Best Spots of Gargoyles anal cysts. While A Pop Vote drains out the eyes and will of K-Krack. And the NotDead want to know why downers are full of Sonic Boardies. Gkmu and The spinoff of weirdos burn the world down, while Savagery wisdom flourishes into Hayden mind. And Intellectual fuckers die in semen of the artist formely known as Cokie Monster. And Many hits are taken to the garbage that is garbage, some say. Highlights spur moments of lucidity into the fishes dream. Who are killed into sushi's by rahter Snobbish L.A. Type.And Pornstars bed Crypto into the night of a Texas night of the living queers. Symphonies are into the groove. Switching into what it is a a bowl of chicken noodle fried soup. Singing girls shoot the audience with flower made of uranium and cheese. Singing men wallow in their shit. Who ni'k wants to know who hasn't shit on their bums, while he listens to Tom green The Bum Bum song, my bum is on the cheese he sings. And hipster die for weird indie creds that they actually don't own. It is decay that will swallow all their guns and leave them with silver plated bullets. Are you gay?, asked god. Distance realities, from another world of humans. Minds are gibberish just as time is a resistance to actually growing into a spoon. It just means to count on yyou, making that nature scene. A girl dressed nakedly says dude. And Sushi's have gone staled in this new thought that has no jive.

alyasa · 12.03.2006, 09:12 AM

The sky is pink, like the underbelly of a river fish; intertwined with grey splotches of steel, clouds that run like streams of melted tin; colors run and mingle with each other in the pollutant-enriched horizon, brown earth scorched black. Dying branches cling hopefully to yellowed, crackling leaves; and the wind carries whispers of infection and disease; caressing gently the sleeping oceans, green-grey and indomitable; filth leaking into its veins and arteries and tributaries; like the bleeding of Earth itself. The fish flop on the broken shores of blonde sand, struggling to comprehend the inanity of death. The dolphins glide and wave their fins to the people on shore, as if signalling their displeasure. The tuna nets tremble in the glistening water.

static-harmony · 12.03.2006, 04:10 PM

I personally like dolphins with my tuna.

12.03.2006, 07:20 AM	#1
static-harmony invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: outside L.A Posts: 5,156	Whisky challenges Best Spots of Gargoyles anal cysts. While A Pop Vote drains out the eyes and will of K-Krack. And the NotDead want to know why downers are full of Sonic Boardies. Gkmu and The spinoff of weirdos burn the world down, while Savagery wisdom flourishes into Hayden mind. And Intellectual fuckers die in semen of the artist formely known as Cokie Monster. And Many hits are taken to the garbage that is garbage, some say. Highlights spur moments of lucidity into the fishes dream. Who are killed into sushi's by rahter Snobbish L.A. Type.And Pornstars bed Crypto into the night of a Texas night of the living queers. Symphonies are into the groove. Switching into what it is a a bowl of chicken noodle fried soup. Singing girls shoot the audience with flower made of uranium and cheese. Singing men wallow in their shit. Who ni'k wants to know who hasn't shit on their bums, while he listens to Tom green The Bum Bum song, my bum is on the cheese he sings. And hipster die for weird indie creds that they actually don't own. It is decay that will swallow all their guns and leave them with silver plated bullets. Are you gay?, asked god. Distance realities, from another world of humans. Minds are gibberish just as time is a resistance to actually growing into a spoon. It just means to count on yyou, making that nature scene. A girl dressed nakedly says dude. And Sushi's have gone staled in this new thought that has no jive. __________________
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12.03.2006, 09:12 AM	#2
alyasa invito al cielo Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Singapore Posts: 3,791	The sky is pink, like the underbelly of a river fish; intertwined with grey splotches of steel, clouds that run like streams of melted tin; colors run and mingle with each other in the pollutant-enriched horizon, brown earth scorched black. Dying branches cling hopefully to yellowed, crackling leaves; and the wind carries whispers of infection and disease; caressing gently the sleeping oceans, green-grey and indomitable; filth leaking into its veins and arteries and tributaries; like the bleeding of Earth itself. The fish flop on the broken shores of blonde sand, struggling to comprehend the inanity of death. The dolphins glide and wave their fins to the people on shore, as if signalling their displeasure. The tuna nets tremble in the glistening water. __________________ Sab Kuch Tick Tock Hai
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12.03.2006, 04:10 PM	#3
static-harmony invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: outside L.A Posts: 5,156	I personally like dolphins with my tuna. __________________
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