Prefunctory premonitions prove the proudest pirates. Piss and moan at piled bones. Theyll take your loudest silence. The skull on top is whistle-prone, but all is dead inside it. So take conflict away from me, and leave me in the violets. Pack a picnic populated purely with propriety. Or pick a peck of pickled dicks. I dont care if thats violent. Proof in pudding packs a punch when pushed against the wildest. Pop another prick in me. The dead think its a riot.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 22:38:02 +0000