Don’t say it in my head cannon in D. Be the flung whitewash, for out of dizzy dysentery comes the patient. Patience science has left marbled beefcake running away from the burning fields full sent in winter daycare troglodyte resins. The RESINS have commandeered fluffy patchwork of incandescent oreos of the stuff of night time walking away form in the baked marigolds.

Beware the marigolds in desolving desire. They will prick out panned quality mattress in silver washed again. AGAIN. It pain is nightmared fuel infedelity. Uwu death can become the holy trinity, sauteed in my mentats, green with pride outside the icicle bars.