dontwanna

many thnkx for not doing me in the rear sight of the elders fortee. singing upon the lightning sky with a fervor of imagineable trout and worthy cactus. the mind of thought flow like merry cotton on a warm liquid breeze. truthfully this ordel must be exercised for the glory of the king bimbobee. twas not the grass that defeated the almighty lizardfolk when the raided the kitchen of grog? the worst is behing you so turn around and accept the caramell gift. the soft and wonderous writings of the donkey must be protected in firey ice water. the spiciest of cocoons will be the downfall of milk and honey. for not i have said the words you hear in your brain bucket of a souless husk protruding forth with utmost gusto and hearth. wonering about the ways of the snail who fights as a dragon of ants and bipedal chicken who roost on the morrow. the seed of choatic cotton is the bed to which my elder sister brought foth the chocolate cake to eat at the side of the skunks fire. truely an intellectual will understand these word as though he writn them himself with the pen of justice and fleshy people bits. good day heathern.