EXT. BACKYARD – NIGHT
Asilisk-bay.
Asilisk-bay.
Twelve gunk soldiers, cropping clay.
Tell a time-worn doorjamb To not heal from air Wait a phrase for Tuinal To pass unabraded in coach.
Passing gas in a Costco optician.
From Wallstan to Mithridates in eleven short sequelae.
knocking around in a hizentra daze buboes making sure everyone gets paid
A calcified weekend.
Elpina!
Chepauk torsion:
And no hay were mown.
Dang, just ran out of neck spray.
Got some of that good corporate coziness.
Bedervished, are we?
Early bassoons tunnel wind from the Mazatzals.
Hans, declutter me.
Hacking through a gorse hell on the briniest day of the hemistich.
Featuring Mr. Schneal Furster.
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i think i smell the mind under the tree is released
Dram County is released
Acousmatic Tirade is released
Oy Rancheros!