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(dribbled the following cheesy tidbit when mice elf i.e. Stuart Little and thy spouse Minnie Mouse dwelt at a previous residence). ------------------------------------------------------------ Against credo, ethos, and genuine holistic integrity to respond to such an event as Minnie's or Mickey's, no matter a reluctance arises to don role as "killer" tis with only the means and ways to avoid health crisis that i fervent lee exterminate existence of other species... so please no unsolicited mouse a lean nee barbs against this august gent tis a marvel to evince the behaviour of rapaciousness, when nary a hint extant within me - except, at a cross roads arises when vermin take residence asper an unpaid inhabitant, this one mortal mwm loathes to distribute deathly lethal instrument distribution of d-com doth not make me feel jubilant, this chap doth newt deny pestilential buggars ought tub beep hoy sinned, and charged with heinous crime such as ****** committed by a litigant slapped unfairly suffer being poisoned imposing forfeiture reprisal tomb the tinker-bell tolls visa vis a role in the realm within flora and fauna not meant for humans decreeing vermin lack purposelessness, and must be exterminated to own rights qua life, liberty and the pursuit of quietly when staking out an alcove, cupboard, or mauve wainscoting reproduction of species would nonchalant take place if left to their biological devices this millennial saga of mice and men perhaps noah occident and no matter what means one approaches pursuant to rid the house of mice, these creatures reboot toxic tolerance to incorporate schemes quite innovative within floorboards, deep chambers viz zit ting expansive domestic quadrant this Brie zee, cream cheesy, though temporarily dislodged per demise, the recurrent adaptation reverberant and stupefy supreme survival skill re: by a modus operandi with adaptive qualities salient ta dum me little nimble, opal and quizzical rodents lacking redolence tubby mammals, though their existence and devil's blue diet tribe curd dish rant might be diametrically opposed to American ethics committee, who slant the bald (also balled), bold, and brazen cordon bleu appearance analogous to a vagrant, unrepentant truant sans more than one little furry Munster of scurrying critters spur this heir force deputy issues a poisoned search warrant.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
The moral mortgage of mice and this man
(dribbled the following cheesy tidbit when mice elf i.e. Stuart Little and thy spouse Minnie Mouse dwelt at a previous residence). ------------------------------------------------------------ Against credo, ethos, and genuine holistic integrity to respond to such an event as Minnie's or Mickey's, no matter a reluctance arises to don role as "killer" tis with only the means and ways to avoid health crisis that i fervent lee exterminate existence of other species... so please no unsolicited mouse a lean nee barbs against this august gent tis a marvel to evince the behaviour of rapaciousness, when nary a hint extant within me - except, at a cross roads arises when vermin take residence asper an unpaid inhabitant, this one mortal mwm loathes to distribute deathly lethal instrument distribution of d-com doth not make me feel jubilant, this chap doth newt deny pestilential buggars ought tub beep hoy sinned, and charged with heinous crime such as ****** committed by a litigant slapped unfairly suffer being poisoned imposing forfeiture reprisal tomb the tinker-bell tolls visa vis a role in the realm within flora and fauna not meant for humans decreeing vermin lack purposelessness, and must be exterminated to own rights qua life, liberty and the pursuit of quietly when staking out an alcove, cupboard, or mauve wainscoting reproduction of species would nonchalant take place if left to their biological devices this millennial saga of mice and men perhaps noah occident and no matter what means one approaches pursuant to rid the house of mice, these creatures reboot toxic tolerance to incorporate schemes quite innovative within floorboards, deep chambers viz zit ting expansive domestic quadrant this Brie zee, cream cheesy, though temporarily dislodged per demise, the recurrent adaptation reverberant and stupefy supreme survival skill re: by a modus operandi with adaptive qualities salient ta dum me little nimble, opal and quizzical rodents lacking redolence tubby mammals, though their existence and devil's blue diet tribe curd dish rant might be diametrically opposed to American ethics committee, who slant the bald (also balled), bold, and brazen cordon bleu appearance analogous to a vagrant, unrepentant truant sans more than one little furry Munster of scurrying critters spur this heir force deputy issues a poisoned search warrant.
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It is not just the way that you move, much more or less the way in which you dress. The caliber of your presentation: it has no scope, no measurable standpoints.— For you are a poem with feet, and at one point God called you a star. But you are a song, who is gently prancing melodies that cure my maladies. And I want no one else to hear you when you sing. Because I want to be the only one who listens…listening until the day my bones run dry and no flesh, no carcass is left of me. And vultures shall feast upon my cruel skin, shivering in the dark rays of night, leaning over the crevices of my teeth. My teeth, the size of piano keys. You stick to me, and **** the life out of me like a silky, black ******* leech. And I love you too much, and you, perhaps too little. Giving you each and every inch of my purple heart; still not being enough. And still when you speak: it is with outstanding purpose and resolve. You spoke of love, even when love did not exist. As all eyes look towards you, and all ears lend their time to you too. As if you were a magnet that connects two distinguishing charges: grace and charm. Your wicked ways will be what I will die falling in love with. For every time I breathe slowly, and calmly, and every step I take, it is with confidence. I am not a broken machine, living in this mechanical planet: I will eternally, faithfully, and all of me will rise to you whenever you shall move dress sing **** me off speak…or… whenever you shall too love me, just enough.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
richardperez
Varmints
It is not just the way that you move, much more or less the way in which you dress. The caliber of your presentation: it has no scope, no measurable standpoints.— For you are a poem with feet, and at one point God called you a star. But you are a song, who is gently prancing melodies that cure my maladies. And I want no one else to hear you when you sing. Because I want to be the only one who listens…listening until the day my bones run dry and no flesh, no carcass is left of me. And vultures shall feast upon my cruel skin, shivering in the dark rays of night, leaning over the crevices of my teeth. My teeth, the size of piano keys. You stick to me, and **** the life out of me like a silky, black ******* leech. And I love you too much, and you, perhaps too little. Giving you each and every inch of my purple heart; still not being enough. And still when you speak: it is with outstanding purpose and resolve. You spoke of love, even when love did not exist. As all eyes look towards you, and all ears lend their time to you too. As if you were a magnet that connects two distinguishing charges: grace and charm. Your wicked ways will be what I will die falling in love with. For every time I breathe slowly, and calmly, and every step I take, it is with confidence. I am not a broken machine, living in this mechanical planet: I will eternally, faithfully, and all of me will rise to you whenever you shall move dress sing **** me off speak…or… whenever you shall too love me, just enough.
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