I am lost in the obscenity and frustration that bequeaths the idealistic forensic analysis, the problem is the rest of this.
Nothing is beneath me, in fact quite the opposite you see, I'll try it all, and to make you upset I'll be better at doing it that you are even if that's something you do, if not that maybe it's beneath you.
I am above ground, some say grounded, I say profoundly abounded, beyond what's beyond the great beyond if there's a backyard than I'll find it quite hard to ramble on.
Agriculturistically I'm narcissistic if you must be that so be it, we both must be a couple narko's chacha chee.
Monkey fur, Afro puff, ravioli made of stuff. I got the beach ball but the air is too cold to give up the lesson of the saddened doll.
Broke face bacon backflip taken a trip backwards where the goopy stuff stoops.
