Travestational

The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Pin pom pom poppy head exploding erosive calamities. Haha eat a stew of dust and concrete with petrol fumes in a finest case. In a tunnel. Chop chop chip and a choooo choooo chooo but no luggage. Baggage is a drink driving drapery. And how cool is a Gatorade and how interesting the scatter of seeds grabbing a garter in an elevated garden in a bypass crawl. Xxxxx now eat. Pardon no patron. And mind no mind levels. It is to integrate to separate a chord from an elbow and fuel in a soup travels great distances in a leavened bowl. But bit no bite and break no bustier. In a negligee perform aerobatic circumferences across lights. Weeee weeeee eeeeeee reeeeee and a radio grinning and smiling from two little eyes of green. Greek goddess getting gods gratefully grating garbage. And an earthenware bowl. Dancing. Flotation. Footstool prancing in a nine acre field and answering a phone at this time is nevertheless seemingly stamping. A stomp thought. Not necessarily reflecting a wide angled view of beautiful sunset lit sceneries. Hahahaha but no hahaha. Now bake a cake ball and clap loudly. Then snore. Wow. A whoooooshing ball. Arriving. Boing boing boing. Great. Fabulous isn't it. Shoot score snorting shaping sharks shapely. And a green epitomized giant dancing around and around and around with 900 bikinis, a dress, a fish tank and a pile of misshapen leaves. So now play a nice game of croquet with eighty-nine frogs who have elevated seats. Haha dusk. Nice. Wow. Xxxxx travestational. Z z z z z