Beehives among you, I'm stupefied, superfried and glazed after hearing his tales. Heavy Metal sunsets fade. Rainbow Mugs crack and stain. Cameraderie expands exponentially, better framing our bursting world view, and all along: Cats adore Wreckless Wrod Wrodriguez. They treat him kingly ~ and that's from a cat! You bet they sense the Ages in this dude's way ~ his heavy, wrighteous way. + Heard a bit about a 90-minute hump session tonite so that's grande. Phonecall'd earlier from highway don'tcha know, right after leaving her house, elated to have reconnected with her, wreminding her how deep they bee wrunning in each other's bloodestreames: irresistable! He was off to pick up the second pizza of the Friday night, each for different princesses and him to share.
"Helluva heckuva high on pantheistic life, hooray!" they sang. "Bi-polar Spinoza Holy Wroller! Bi-polar Curious Psychic Psoldier! We're waxing what we call Philosophacles on wraising public conscious-knees!" They wraised their steins sloppily high and spilling while they wickedly sang on into the after-midnight of the night before it all happen'd.
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