Chawbacons or bumpkins in the bunced bumfight
Eloped to thy tent postures as the mechanistic scum of thy thoughts
Who were you to tilt away punditry at the
sham of a bunco game rimmed with rimless rimose?
Brothels and bunny girls in your streets,licking their buns,boozers honkytonking in cabbarets,casuists in your jaw,ditched by karma ,carnage on the road,manslaughters of all sizes and bandwidths,illettered foxes,vulgars in their bungholes,truants in academies,bungling bollix ,o gaucheries,o howler o snaffu,solecism o clanger,o fluffy boner in the bunglesome ditherings,butcherbirds rollicking the jungle of its ass by hook or by crook.Lagard bunts in their stinking smuts.
O unfairest mover in the fairest plow !
Would thou bunglesome as i am etched into my boner, would my bunion have healed in no jungle of unfairest plow?The hounds over the echoes of blooper evidentiary, in calandos of trigger to moult unceasingly transmogrifies machismo.
Let it pass and learn!Let it pass and learn!!
Do they fathom a remorse? Behold a factoid and not a fact.What a sparing facula that may never be;a faecalith indeed,but in whose ripple and guggle of etiolated embryos porridging fluffs like the oatmeal or burgoo,would they launch the trigger,for wits to burp and hawk liberty?
My boner's steed is punditry;my bolix's strewn of meeds,not in surfeit is punditry the wedge of wisdom's isolatry,
Gush of windy clouds,trash in your bunker,emporium of erudition in the unfathomable eyrie;may it thrive with bunker mentality for the continuum of effluxion.Not like the frontiermen burins barely burl ill divining souls dead in their clasp of ungainly footsore,barred of nirvana in their bedchambers and alien to sound leaps of humanistic embracements. What reason to season to bawd like catarpillars of tender leaves in search of fairy godmother over subtle tyrants'scar of impenitent motives?They breaketh chins in merciless pitch and wild waves that glide above medula of venus and adonis in the cosmos of no return whereon the mordern john bull calls it' addiction'.A sneak thief like the sneerer sniding that steals passion by admiration of immanent custom and lo habitual in the twinkling of an eye sometimes warddrobed with deficiency of catatonia schyzophrenia .Not a factoid therein that hoaxes and frontiermen in their impenitent plenitude quite unarguably a fraudster across wiggles of self unabating rim and sweltering verissimilitude of broken vicissitude .Forceful thoughts upon the earth's bleeding grouchs,who in their hellish breath blame bereft and theft of heavenly moisture to refrain calandos of bolix in their fluffy grampus.
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