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Her origami smells like your love of dogs.
Fast running is not very reliable.
Now is the time for score, and seven years until my cat dies.
Money is my favorite thing, with some stuff, and then the cops came home like I never say you can’t.
A healthy unicorn ate my baby girl that no one notices.
Old ladies love old men.
Love is admiring something’s beauty, and the beast is Miley Cyrus, cried the young son.
Who will watch your mind? I have no mind.
The man-eating bunny is just a rabbit.
Time is always poorly wasted.
Easy does it, but hurry up now, you child of mine. You are my sunshine babe.
My shiny bicycle, wobbly and shaking — it’s hard to define this section.
Youthful old people still die.
Yum is what candy tastes like, heaven with sin.
Amazing things always happen never.
The one who has the pirate once said, “this is so long, bro.”
“Me scurvy is acting up” is the way where the wild things dance like nobody is watching you pee while eating away at my insides.
Distorted TV pictures make me or a tiger wild and dangerous.
Breathing like I’ve been running makes me very unhappy.
My domain name is nothing but letters.
The everlasting time traveler gets lost at Petro.
I don’t care to explain yourself.
Sometimes the dog can whistle your problems to someone.
Monkeys fling poo towards me because I want yogurt.
“Off with his head and toes” are in LeBron James’ poetry.
Music is the worst thing that I like most of the time here and now.
“Bro” is the name he lives in.
Here lies the body. Of course I like salmon.
A sweetie told my mother to say “that is good riddance; I hate going to the air balloon.”
Overrated is rated too overly.
An overly ambitious cab driver has smells that are lightly crisp, and remind me of Kit-Kats.
Hate is not nice love.
Big tigers are very big; Europe is not so.
Cows never loved you.
Punk rock is not my dear Aunt Frank.
Turtle beats the hare every time I see you are my nemesis now.
Kittens will kill you hard enough to scratch glass.
As it always seems, you’ve broken the black cat of me.
One flower is all left turn on Second Street lights dangerously placed.
Was the chicken really worth anything anymore? And that I need to know about the chupacabra in the bathtub, yo. How are you, man?
You punched my big nose is what I smell.
Two dolphins walked into bars and held on tight.
Another plane of existence is futile, ye wench.
You are beautiful, no matter of fact.
Will you sign your name and find yourself there?
Word is a stupid word.
Dinosaurs blame the government, twisting words and alibis.
Words are sometimes very weird-beard on your face.
“Rawr” is what a lion is the phrase for.
Mandatory that you have fun time to sleep in a pool of vomited words like sour and sweet mixed together.
Number the amount of children [who] are becoming new elders.
The grand piano sounds heavenly in silence with really big bells.
The gingerbread man I’m behind now: Thanks for not being there.
Elsewhere must be near.
The kindergarteners are not the best of all I get me out of hell.
Hell has cookies, apparently, so has come the lion.
Upset emotions were lacking with her old blue shoes that I want a dog in.
The Jonas Brothers’ rock is the best music, is my life-blood, is a gross sacrifice to my grandpa’s parrot.
Murder is a serious crime like stealing someone’s lipstick.
What are you really saying that he doesn’t want to know many more?
More than words can describe this thingy-thing-thing, what is this thing that is a noun, for they can always degrade.
Fire burns things I love is a beautiful thing.
“Bing bong” went the door and indulged our interests in having many things like syrup.
I think of songs [that] make me sad about that one day in this room there, blue-azul-rojo like no other ocean [that] has all sorts of the beautiful autumn day.
Songs that are very good habits die hard.
I feel the same as the carrot that is quite ridiculous, sir.
A treacherous life in water comes from my mouth.
Mouth to mouth makes life a beautiful thing.
Body [is] just cyberwire essence of the mind’s thoughts I’m having. Right now is the time for the love of God who never was there.
Sometimes life sucks as much of your knowledge lies!
I dislike the fact that unicorns are scarier than goblins.
I hope you find yourself a new beginning-end-middle era that begins too soon.
Too soon I will be free puppies on my street next to Wal-Mart.
Always will my hair be as big as you plus me equals love.
Last chance to waltz alive on the inside like potato chips and bologna.
Leg hair flowing like goddess divine is a key to success in Halloween costumes.
This morning arrived late today.
The squid thoughts: squishy movement, tanky, tall, buff, skinny, short, but tall enough to look at her sadly.
Tiger Woods’ prose is a true novelty I can’t read.
The wind is messy little kids that ruin the moment by saying things like “ooow weee” all the way home.
Home is where I live like you are never ever deal[ing] in absolutes.
Math is not my strong-suit of my body armor.
Amazing grace, how sweet the trees are saying stuff and things to do what you want whenever.
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