Fluorescence taps the old barked cabin, flummery holds hand's with thickened butter, to be brother's of salted taste. Flummox civilians let plans go to waste, as hydracid's they've slithered to. Who's who? Hyaline force. For thine own porch is ****** in by thy thought's and huzza of goods! For the woods art there to freeith thou, but thine own self cut's them down as human pea-brain no ones!!! For someone is someone thine beast of emptied plaza.....
Hurtless thou couldst be. But thou art stuck in dreams, as reality thou hath made a second hand smoke.....