Omni Sensical Jizz
I gots me a little life left in me, till next I dip back into unconsciousness, and I thought I’d a use this time to.. spit out the cantankerous who-b-jew-b knows what-b the matter with whatever I’m not conceiving of, previous to this incantation…
I’m not one of those fowl fools who puts the non in the sensical: my senses are keen, to that which tongues still do not touch… It was that, standing on the other side you understand, who hired me to do a little PR, so here I R, speaking to you like this.
ERr.. I don’t know.. too much NyQuil perhaps?
Given the gist of the jizz, that jazz B gentrified from.. in the interest of intercessions… by those who fear mass numinous breakouts.. to speak for that.. I can only say that.. It’s a question of who do you think you are, and pudding style foundations of civilizations that don’t quite qualify as the rock.. but rationalizations have been collectified to such an extent that the emperors clothing be the latest sensation to sweep the nation.. and nations for that matter.. can you feel the draft? And do you really believe in your powers of putting to rock transfigurations?
A screw it, I’ll just post this as this…