Sunday, December 27, 2015

holiday fallout folly

Morning after the day, the one after the one that happened before, Christmas; lyrically I'm inclined to insert the story yet unsure of how to make the possibilities the soar, I exaggerate festivities into uninterested unequivocal exasperations as such possibilities which could flatline your flatulence detracting from the tale of unexpected unintended flawless debauchery to say the least, it's uncontested yet stale.

 The story of the gift horse and how the gift giving race came to be, from gift giving beasts, like you and like me. Santy's got his claws on neutral, he's about to make a move. Got a gaggle of reindeer and all they shoe's is like smooth.

Wrapping paper madness makes the twitter babies rattle like a snake getting baked with the goat cheese bladder.  Put the tinsel on the tree, got a train set from Korea and it's kind of hard to read.

Got a pure bred Chinese poodle yet it's really hard to breed, instructions are in Mandarin all I practiced was Cantonese.

Bought a special present for my baby got a greasy goose indeed, distribution became irreversible the same thing goes for gluttony or greed.holiday f


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