12/11/11

holy catts, doggg!

when i wasnt even lookin for it. i found myself a minute & im lookin forward to
makin the most of my minute amount of ticks til the till spills the floor unto.

until six seismic second hands come slappin up my wrists im makin fists

when i should be typing affixing text somethin like 50 words per
especially the really easy ones like the & a & kind & mam & fur
durrr. id dumb down the delivery just to make more sense for sure
but im scary senseless, sir, & thingys not bestest when left as they were.
they worked, sure. what was slippy? their allure was ungrippy like manure

alright thats enough word arsony. more haphazmodic alphabetic sloppery.
im adpoptin thee some infinitesimal inklings involving um unbauchery
its in the shaynglish dictionary come to my cave the monks'll scribe a copy

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