I phoned the ballad of Rendell Pips using telekinetic energy and she was entangled in the snares while recording Music for Two Kalimbas. She dialed in, heard my voice and immediately disconnected. My ears hurt and I was running dry so I dove into my super charged electric sports car, zipped along and through the winding curves of Sunset Blvd. moving rapidly in a westward direction in search of my favorite watering hole in Venice. It was only 11:00 a.m. and by noon I was shitfaced drunk.
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I phoned the ballad of Rendell Pips using telekinetic energy and she was entangled in the snares while recording Music for Two Kalimbas. She dialed in, heard my voice and immediately disconnected. My ears hurt and I was running dry so I dove into my super charged electric sports car, zipped along and through the winding curves of Sunset Blvd. moving rapidly in a westward direction in search of my favorite watering hole in Venice. It was only 11:00 a.m. and by noon I was shitfaced drunk.
Sick and tired of those creative writings.
I’ll try Randomer by recommendation of my Surgeon.
It was Dum-fi who started all of this. Keep him banned.