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Were I a whale, cartoon or otherwise, I would be for giving as good as I take, and, think, subject ob service auto shifts, if you know auto, yourself. think teeny weeny plankton by the ton feed me as I cruise sans-effort, sans-trep idation egone into ideation, you would be crazy as hello-happys with no good bye were you to agree to think with me, is this your pa in my belly? Ambergris, remember this, some aromas, sweet perfuma, you can't believe, sans gnose blowing during the withdrawals from 6 o'clock news and recovery from Bernays Virii. Behold how great a matter turns, under your standing and above and beyond all a non-liar can imagine having known for sure. Okeh? Wit'me? I knew this old guy, one time talked me into daring the deed, you know, it's hard for a whale to let some mind find time, he said, in code... ditty dum dum and al, banging on a bulkhead, starboard side: LSMFT, once prompted me to choose Lucky Strike, twen'yficent a pack, straights, for the knowing announced with a note on a pipe, the smoking lamp is lighted, or lit (I forgit). It made a good smoke. That's a whale of a comprefriendable story, ex cite ment to provoke a thought you never thught possible, with no word to express, it past the flow, into the the ****** pool. Life is a whale of a joke, don't you... care. Okeh. You read, you'll survive. If you can swallow a whale, you can know common sense is unforgot, get it. And with your getting, get standing under, like a shower, you understand. Whale of a feeling, eh?
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
Were I a Whale
Were I a whale, cartoon or otherwise, I would be for giving as good as I take, and, think, subject ob service auto shifts, if you know auto, yourself. think teeny weeny plankton by the ton feed me as I cruise sans-effort, sans-trep idation egone into ideation, you would be crazy as hello-happys with no good bye were you to agree to think with me, is this your pa in my belly? Ambergris, remember this, some aromas, sweet perfuma, you can't believe, sans gnose blowing during the withdrawals from 6 o'clock news and recovery from Bernays Virii. Behold how great a matter turns, under your standing and above and beyond all a non-liar can imagine having known for sure. Okeh? Wit'me? I knew this old guy, one time talked me into daring the deed, you know, it's hard for a whale to let some mind find time, he said, in code... ditty dum dum and al, banging on a bulkhead, starboard side: LSMFT, once prompted me to choose Lucky Strike, twen'yficent a pack, straights, for the knowing announced with a note on a pipe, the smoking lamp is lighted, or lit (I forgit). It made a good smoke. That's a whale of a comprefriendable story, ex cite ment to provoke a thought you never thught possible, with no word to express, it past the flow, into the the ****** pool. Life is a whale of a joke, don't you... care. Okeh. You read, you'll survive. If you can swallow a whale, you can know common sense is unforgot, get it. And with your getting, get standing under, like a shower, you understand. Whale of a feeling, eh?
A new voice in my realm, The daring little poem is provoking me daily.
#dare#know#more#now
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
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