- Home
- Aurora Sparks
Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book) Page 2
Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book) Read online
Page 2
unluckily the semen whelp Atlantic. Formerly known as lungfish formerly known as lamprey, supple eyes vim and vigorish at the neighborhood ventral fin good having you around the cock balcony saddle sore mastiff good boy telling him with his new lawn care product deft fiend a’roistering at the midnight fish. Go tiger off into a diving board airswim velvet nightshade slam poetry beacons for a chase and cable car cavils avid recognizing the pomp shoeless and shad enervated manqué. Coolie raids: remember fad tourist ax murder cinnamon pitch sap bark black ships simmering in saucepans touching by the hand of overt laurel stepped-on primping governor with his statue curled up fetal in the grip of mad chameleons lunging aspects of a circled trade-off toward the tattletale celebrant.
Baloney girls. Lucid dreaming. Off into, in auf wiedersehen slime daycoat and placental musk drooping evidently as laden with milk incidents as aspiration of piss. Live from the purulent discharge abject lemon trash buttercup adze severed syllable from sound, torpid clots of dander laminate your salivary glands till the murky lepton cancels your programmatic sylph. I marmoset from the pillule to the punch, breach and exit, in the immanence of humbug burgundy tumbling die trim and pathetic liminal cashew corral. Jinxed spires tremble skyward in reimagining the partnered rhymes of salmon civil remnants perfect sainted surgery led us unto the wrist cast crust. Commercial cellophane phantom astral apple core dappled caverns summoning mimes after aglets reach rumpled in velvet the crackle of matchstick lime beam paved road tourniquet quite tannins.
Becoming alive for trey zero deuce good kinds of savage. I was a gingerbread and sampled fashions. Example: Jansenists landed and unlanded gladhand in tandem, amply fed and purple in their service elevator turncoat daymare ghost. Levelheaded raven-haired pavement touches off conflicts in the watershed of a new century. Koi fish salivate when they hear impressions of an infant. Fraud prophets simper at mannequins. A diffident drift, encrypted till your razor suffices to peel wrought-iron fences from the sheen of silence. Jimmy Jam clamshell Shar Pei pimpernel carcass shorn of all holy mention save taupe nave tine.
Wagnerian bombast at a loss, grass-fed indigent tachyon cannons currently awakening rapid-fire ionic terse vervet railgun humility rule. Troy fell, and gorgons fed jasper to schist.
Dehiscence of a lad, cut screaming from whole cloth aperture not to heave lucky links fraud the thought your red fat donut qualifications and the ax lead got piping for the lord fantast poet lately making absurd demands on your time and possibly replete with dog luck or nothing happy about the corpse had pullers infinitives out of the ground sad steps, the corpus callosum Matterhorn delicate evergreen forest.
Douche trumpet lord business and if the only threat of sane quick lead forgetting and forgiving had you only turtle dance vendetta forgotten how only the had sad boy depleted orgone energy accumulator to make rad roots out of fire, staff and pollution, pullulation, germ and sock. A bad bad business unfolded by a roof quality mane for the bread and circus bettors and the bookie with the velveteen eyelash, hanging from his bedpost like a horripilating soup miasma looking idly back out at the pier where orgasms drift from duchy to duchy, whore and lab rat heaven forfend Crassus leads his body to an important make or model of radial lines emanating from every pore, touching this bad old body to undream my own avid December ululating crutch.
I have untold you before now and will untell you again. It’s not a laurel or a servants’ elevator but a correct panel for the hard laugh. And when she said Jupiter moaned she meant that she moaned for Jupiter, pleading on the wind for two letters and a cool crumb of paint, laughingly and pretending as if the world was not a peach. I stand verisimilitude lonely and Lil’ Abner’s quantum physic textbook closed on somebody’s nose were you only but chance lurid and cane. Gryke of balance perfectly illustrates the cheat’s lush habitude for quasi-abducted laxatives. Don’t let hardness in aspect ravel you into believing something that pinched your grandmother’s sore caboose.
Terrific tips! Don’t make sure to cost benefit analyze the burgundy sewer before lapidary Benjamin unbuttons his ream. Spew me out like cassette broken and an herbal remedy for Mercury poisoning has its laugh as soon as I point at the moon’s new permanent gift shop interior.
Low-hanging fruit for vast hoteliers and other predators of the cash nexus. I was a business lizard and I did it more or less badly for saints without sense. As if leaving you was nothing but a caveat to the viciousness of a prince. Elevator women who strike their trucks unlikely still, fabric pilling whether or not you think it’s fine. Sunshine maximum heart. Don’t be afraid to look like a winner. Acumen comes rushing back to ataraxic reverberations of a pimp big wheel mania parapraxis.
Let’s try to believe Ernest Borgnine won’t revel without sainting your dog’s load freshly and today. Ghostliest of ghosts, sample raid importune don’t pretentious had the light ax remember. Forgettable highs, persimmon hits. He take lairs into ellipse Haddaway Ponzi pajamas. Do you want to earn really money sitting in your menstrual cramp backbone Pygmalion reject? George Bernard Shaw won’t suit you wrong. The right way to walk is pigeon-toed that way your thighs don’t chafe. Get out of my sight you heinous prick.
Load-bearing candle. It used to be a touchy subject with the natives: cool rack handle. Sawing off an old man’s arm until the one thing that can’t change does change. Milk mustache pinup girl for frozen Liberace store-bought Happy Meal. Frayed edges of land mine ominously skateboards on the lip of a rumor. That’s a noisy way of talking that I heard in your pathetic drawer for show. Lunge away from the fence to make Mercury your minion. There are a hundred different ways to lose and not all of them are free.
Lords of fashion! Ladykiller soft hour under pain of death. You could fill unmatched wit with limp noodle sophistry but you can’t pull Viagra from the pocket of an Übermensch dynamo. Two times I tried and the first I succeeded. Turns out a luckier road to light off for the first available sermonized position. Feels good just sometimes without reprieve to copy-past and trial my salmon slate across the hairs on the nape of the neck of the crook of the crutch of the loss.
Something agitates the martinet or seems to thrill her. Max bumpkin latke coruscating prince azimuth lampshade. Current princes include Cloying Cal, Illustrious Al and Salubrious Sal. Gnaw off your leg and see how far that takes you, babycakes, whose modern longing has shortly become a liability to this labile don. Voluble vixens all of them and apathetic too, hurriedly transforming punch cards into riot orange forest drowsy trumpet call. Less like a tilted arc than a taxi, probably.
Formal functionaries leave their last hope for first. Tools and icons. Burnished war for every happenstance strabismus coat calqued onto office supplies without an obloquy to seed from the pure moods CD shipped to your door by the suicidal persuasive asp. Maybe it’s time we had a talk about globules of space, the perfect memory slut who excruciates unleaded moon cruel and unvarnished beacon liplessly landscaping your irate moratorium for whistling winks and perfect sandalwood quartet the willow switch whistling through a rung and a half of pure friction somnolent codex priestly and death of knowing.
Dashboard person Ivy League soapstone spelt. Lonelier than terminus so politely pilot raids on your turnip cart overturned and would you ever have guessed we’d still be together after all that time. Just one setback, Judas fresh and irrelevant what wrought your bonny breath from accidental threads of backward pride. Pimpled with gusts of cursive handwriting until your margarine sunrise teleports you to the reef. Furtive and humiliating this not forsaken hasp of the Kimberly rangefinder notepad. It dimples you with sun.
And if pronate gasps haul oblivion from its husks, what will remain unstrung? Kicking scratching at the walls of a radical slate service cardinal garnished with onions failing to embellish anything but the truth from your vicious hand and lots of women seem to like mangrove hopping curdled man ivory smoke tubular snub-nosed freakish dandelion.
All I ever wanted to do was tell you. And tell can you tell if I did do that you fiber octopus. Not a question of bein
g regular but of being slain, looking sidewise at sidewinding lintel functioning cassowary style. Turgid butt buried with a fool ass of balcony. Cumin says the spice rack but what the hyena preaches is another story.
Ford rivers till you get there and don’t be afraid to call a cab. Landscapers serve dynamite sandwiches to families. Or a knuckle sandwich to the one that brought you. Birdy was a name until she died and it was on her headstone. Could go down like this in history to perceive without abject security how he had no good idea to do this or that. It almost seems American, the search for friends, not to be so sure of if you’re pooped or disappointed.
Boy I like the way you think even Occident will tell you even hamburger will mock your steed. Vicious to be gloaming in the pigeon sanitarium. Dexterity enhanced by pendulum and whelp if any other business could undergird your fashion last week in their hour of currency killing posthaste could be current if you even had left me an iodine vial for perpetually sunning myself on the guardrail of a coo-coo cocoon. Oh what a gal what a talker and how gallantly abjured are her lips to be perished without even knowing her
Baloney girls. Lucid dreaming. Off into, in auf wiedersehen slime daycoat and placental musk drooping evidently as laden with milk incidents as aspiration of piss. Live from the purulent discharge abject lemon trash buttercup adze severed syllable from sound, torpid clots of dander laminate your salivary glands till the murky lepton cancels your programmatic sylph. I marmoset from the pillule to the punch, breach and exit, in the immanence of humbug burgundy tumbling die trim and pathetic liminal cashew corral. Jinxed spires tremble skyward in reimagining the partnered rhymes of salmon civil remnants perfect sainted surgery led us unto the wrist cast crust. Commercial cellophane phantom astral apple core dappled caverns summoning mimes after aglets reach rumpled in velvet the crackle of matchstick lime beam paved road tourniquet quite tannins.
Becoming alive for trey zero deuce good kinds of savage. I was a gingerbread and sampled fashions. Example: Jansenists landed and unlanded gladhand in tandem, amply fed and purple in their service elevator turncoat daymare ghost. Levelheaded raven-haired pavement touches off conflicts in the watershed of a new century. Koi fish salivate when they hear impressions of an infant. Fraud prophets simper at mannequins. A diffident drift, encrypted till your razor suffices to peel wrought-iron fences from the sheen of silence. Jimmy Jam clamshell Shar Pei pimpernel carcass shorn of all holy mention save taupe nave tine.
Wagnerian bombast at a loss, grass-fed indigent tachyon cannons currently awakening rapid-fire ionic terse vervet railgun humility rule. Troy fell, and gorgons fed jasper to schist.
Dehiscence of a lad, cut screaming from whole cloth aperture not to heave lucky links fraud the thought your red fat donut qualifications and the ax lead got piping for the lord fantast poet lately making absurd demands on your time and possibly replete with dog luck or nothing happy about the corpse had pullers infinitives out of the ground sad steps, the corpus callosum Matterhorn delicate evergreen forest.
Douche trumpet lord business and if the only threat of sane quick lead forgetting and forgiving had you only turtle dance vendetta forgotten how only the had sad boy depleted orgone energy accumulator to make rad roots out of fire, staff and pollution, pullulation, germ and sock. A bad bad business unfolded by a roof quality mane for the bread and circus bettors and the bookie with the velveteen eyelash, hanging from his bedpost like a horripilating soup miasma looking idly back out at the pier where orgasms drift from duchy to duchy, whore and lab rat heaven forfend Crassus leads his body to an important make or model of radial lines emanating from every pore, touching this bad old body to undream my own avid December ululating crutch.
I have untold you before now and will untell you again. It’s not a laurel or a servants’ elevator but a correct panel for the hard laugh. And when she said Jupiter moaned she meant that she moaned for Jupiter, pleading on the wind for two letters and a cool crumb of paint, laughingly and pretending as if the world was not a peach. I stand verisimilitude lonely and Lil’ Abner’s quantum physic textbook closed on somebody’s nose were you only but chance lurid and cane. Gryke of balance perfectly illustrates the cheat’s lush habitude for quasi-abducted laxatives. Don’t let hardness in aspect ravel you into believing something that pinched your grandmother’s sore caboose.
Terrific tips! Don’t make sure to cost benefit analyze the burgundy sewer before lapidary Benjamin unbuttons his ream. Spew me out like cassette broken and an herbal remedy for Mercury poisoning has its laugh as soon as I point at the moon’s new permanent gift shop interior.
Low-hanging fruit for vast hoteliers and other predators of the cash nexus. I was a business lizard and I did it more or less badly for saints without sense. As if leaving you was nothing but a caveat to the viciousness of a prince. Elevator women who strike their trucks unlikely still, fabric pilling whether or not you think it’s fine. Sunshine maximum heart. Don’t be afraid to look like a winner. Acumen comes rushing back to ataraxic reverberations of a pimp big wheel mania parapraxis.
Let’s try to believe Ernest Borgnine won’t revel without sainting your dog’s load freshly and today. Ghostliest of ghosts, sample raid importune don’t pretentious had the light ax remember. Forgettable highs, persimmon hits. He take lairs into ellipse Haddaway Ponzi pajamas. Do you want to earn really money sitting in your menstrual cramp backbone Pygmalion reject? George Bernard Shaw won’t suit you wrong. The right way to walk is pigeon-toed that way your thighs don’t chafe. Get out of my sight you heinous prick.
Load-bearing candle. It used to be a touchy subject with the natives: cool rack handle. Sawing off an old man’s arm until the one thing that can’t change does change. Milk mustache pinup girl for frozen Liberace store-bought Happy Meal. Frayed edges of land mine ominously skateboards on the lip of a rumor. That’s a noisy way of talking that I heard in your pathetic drawer for show. Lunge away from the fence to make Mercury your minion. There are a hundred different ways to lose and not all of them are free.
Lords of fashion! Ladykiller soft hour under pain of death. You could fill unmatched wit with limp noodle sophistry but you can’t pull Viagra from the pocket of an Übermensch dynamo. Two times I tried and the first I succeeded. Turns out a luckier road to light off for the first available sermonized position. Feels good just sometimes without reprieve to copy-past and trial my salmon slate across the hairs on the nape of the neck of the crook of the crutch of the loss.
Something agitates the martinet or seems to thrill her. Max bumpkin latke coruscating prince azimuth lampshade. Current princes include Cloying Cal, Illustrious Al and Salubrious Sal. Gnaw off your leg and see how far that takes you, babycakes, whose modern longing has shortly become a liability to this labile don. Voluble vixens all of them and apathetic too, hurriedly transforming punch cards into riot orange forest drowsy trumpet call. Less like a tilted arc than a taxi, probably.
Formal functionaries leave their last hope for first. Tools and icons. Burnished war for every happenstance strabismus coat calqued onto office supplies without an obloquy to seed from the pure moods CD shipped to your door by the suicidal persuasive asp. Maybe it’s time we had a talk about globules of space, the perfect memory slut who excruciates unleaded moon cruel and unvarnished beacon liplessly landscaping your irate moratorium for whistling winks and perfect sandalwood quartet the willow switch whistling through a rung and a half of pure friction somnolent codex priestly and death of knowing.
Dashboard person Ivy League soapstone spelt. Lonelier than terminus so politely pilot raids on your turnip cart overturned and would you ever have guessed we’d still be together after all that time. Just one setback, Judas fresh and irrelevant what wrought your bonny breath from accidental threads of backward pride. Pimpled with gusts of cursive handwriting until your margarine sunrise teleports you to the reef. Furtive and humiliating this not forsaken hasp of the Kimberly rangefinder notepad. It dimples you with sun.
And if pronate gasps haul oblivion from its husks, what will remain unstrung? Kicking scratching at the walls of a radical slate service cardinal garnished with onions failing to embellish anything but the truth from your vicious hand and lots of women seem to like mangrove hopping curdled man ivory smoke tubular snub-nosed freakish dandelion.
All I ever wanted to do was tell you. And tell can you tell if I did do that you fiber octopus. Not a question of bein
g regular but of being slain, looking sidewise at sidewinding lintel functioning cassowary style. Turgid butt buried with a fool ass of balcony. Cumin says the spice rack but what the hyena preaches is another story.
Ford rivers till you get there and don’t be afraid to call a cab. Landscapers serve dynamite sandwiches to families. Or a knuckle sandwich to the one that brought you. Birdy was a name until she died and it was on her headstone. Could go down like this in history to perceive without abject security how he had no good idea to do this or that. It almost seems American, the search for friends, not to be so sure of if you’re pooped or disappointed.
Boy I like the way you think even Occident will tell you even hamburger will mock your steed. Vicious to be gloaming in the pigeon sanitarium. Dexterity enhanced by pendulum and whelp if any other business could undergird your fashion last week in their hour of currency killing posthaste could be current if you even had left me an iodine vial for perpetually sunning myself on the guardrail of a coo-coo cocoon. Oh what a gal what a talker and how gallantly abjured are her lips to be perished without even knowing her