Where are his goods and chattels of humours to groove his gravy train? His grasswidow,dreamland of a dreamland czar berkily slashed from a passionate slouch.Unto gratifying gratification edifying gratitude epicureanism flock never again totempt his bersekily beset of servile.And they like gratifying gratification,not in gross slanders and bellyaching,not found him gratifying.And to insidious track,did troll beyond blindspot,gallivanting their asshole of blanket bellyaching.In ravishment of sinecure for the golden fleece of the gravy train.The Jack Robinson's bazzaar,held hostage at bleeding heart's blather,swollen hazy clouds,swollenpride beating,feverish heart pulses,harrum scarum jazzy will not bail him,they of passionate theft nor from jail of jagged edges and smokey mountains.Dunk'neath blathering valley with his jeroboam of aristomagnetism's fiends to jettison gravy train's jeremiad pull to condescend the sallowest brutes and the copulatives.Behold true bruises lay in the frontiers and they those fight
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