Sunday, June 29, 2014

Pretend to Whisper

I'm through with getting gold stars, all I want is crunchy gold bars, melt them down and turn around wouldnt have to look far. gold be dripping out my mouth like drool dripping down displaying your health. Quell the qualm if you're too naught. If then be bested basting better bait from a bitter bottle in a blundered state.

Is it truth the way you say you feel, or just another fable. For if the words are meant to be real then chemicals will stable, through your eyes into your mind, just open up and you shall find that life is really quite divine, a chocolate kiss hidden in behind a coin for wishes, turn the tide, slushy fishes.

Everyone breaks a dish from time to time, but never break their wrists twisting limes. Never holster your fists in a rhino's behind, just the though alone induces chills down one's spine. Hustling rabbits and feeding them liquor would help out the dogs, as the chase gets quicker. Grabbing the dogs and feeding them whiskey, teaches them barking is often too risky.

Quarks on the loose gonna straddle the caboose of the moose that's been hidden inside of the juice.

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