mother...we'd like to apologize...even your pigment, here to scrawl beautiful paintings on every wall, can be placed in a vehicle that contains the discharge to scar your ozone arms...
since we were hairy knuckled, four head sloped, and no need for a brim, humans have needed the outlet that painting provides...starting with cave walls...
now shes oozing...
but i hope that the transmutation of these pretty poisonous paint dispersal units futher the fruit of respect that these flowers are ment to be...
after all we made them in your image with love and of source boredom...
when they sprout they SPRING in flying flowered flocks æ♫nd it doesn't have to be SPRING!
OH SNAP~! and heres another tantalizing sensation...they come in any color you want!
full bloom says the fool...
as we turn towards the sun...
♫♫ænd then is lying...we only seem to be lying...down
OH YEAH! and YAY! ♫♫♫♫♫Ü♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ænd this be my baby...
just as fool as the golden spool....
stood woven and quickly drooled ... with a turn of face
yay it holds keys! to the this very hear labyrinth~! B.B.E.!
amd since its your birthday as well...(unless its the one day that you and your placenta got squooshed out in to this atmosphere buffer zone that we all share)...
well...ether way...
for you!
strange little satellites that bear seeds
lloonmalloon gifts
ooo...a whole di e mention for ya...
the thurd di e mention
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