Slurries of hails to the standard rail of self-expectations in the projector that melts back-bone whenever faced with a path over mountain that always professes from the abstraction sinkhole. Emptying that cobbed and worthless orafice seems pretty good lain back. it's during stalkings around the star of an other soul's eyes the motor behind the sighs that cut through the man-made fog is needed in my anxious tissue. It comes now an epic old stone to my skull like an old and overfed dog needs a forest's unmountable cedar amber airholm and rushing pulp thick with the scent of meat.

I think that cow-meat beef is tastier than the runny flesh of a seal as
its buck teeth wrapped around my *** like a wrist watch on a wheel
not unlike the day when a petrified Jack ***** his unmountable Jill
whose nether worldly table manners enraged pro-emperor **** who
dined on wild bison/buffalo meat broiled by vegetarian Buffalo Bill
as I'm seldom hurt by faux pain of the toe sprain, under the heels of  
God's implacable Will from which I grind like a San Juan grist mill

not unlike the day when a petrified Jack ***** his unmountable Jill
whose other-worldy table manners enraged proto-emperor **** who
dined on wild bison/buffalo meat broiled by vegetarian Buffalo Bill