vomo lobsters…  ok, already you.

Veggie mucus in powdery whore-hole.  You can stand on riff but the level part is sinking into the vomitous ions.  particulates insoluble plant-like halo spun into spider’s shapely buttocks.

gas-bag your laundry, expand the tophat compression box, seal off the dark-furred rooms, jump out of slipping furniture restaurants with itis severiosis, tumble inside rock-boy.

flowering smellicle travel through vapors and place eggs carefully into small area behind head for warming, ionic tingle and stoomache growing out of face digesting food and handlebar shaped.

vomit coming out of fur on face. ecumenical.

coupler signal 7, times 8, a mongoosens.

doublug the butt spacer.

Plutarch VII, and Hibrenious 6, cattle ranchers, Appalachian howdy-boys, cavaliers, and makers of fine filth, accustomed to veering off road in tiny fire-truck.  Writing on the pouch and pouch energy in 1968, 1393 and 1432, specified certain aero-magnetic properties such that the pouch energy components could be guessed using mathematical symbols, and the application of the science of logic.

Only later, in 1948, did Rolff Frundienne capture the actual pouch energy coming to rest, and gave this time-frame a name, 15 minutes.  Clocks were built around the number 4 and 15 minutes, thus 60 minute hours, 60 hour days, 60 day years, and 60 year seconds, and 60 seconds per 3 minutes.

I tried to disable pouch-saving mode, and used three arms up in the process.

Vomited also.

N’o O mitted vomit ed.

all corporate business etc restroom ? //MALEtype restrooms – low urinal.

But HWHY?

Ridiculous.  Who is this low urinal designed for?  A child?  But no children work in corporations, or if they do, I never see them.

Handi-capable? A private room is reserved for their whimsy.  No low urinal is needed.  Plus, no loading dock.

Extremely short people or people with very short legs.  Tall torso’d people with feet attached directly at the knee.

If I go into a bathroom, and some dude is messing around at the regulation height urinal, I am not going to use the low urinal.  Fuck that!  I may as well be pissing on the floor.

Heinrik in the stall stands on the toilet bowl and laughs with glee hands fingers curled around the top, just tangent of his flatcutt.  He’s a wrathful idiot.  He doesn’t know either.  Asked him.

Kicked the door in and grabbed him by plaid bow-tie.

Is it a policy meeting?  Disaster Recovery?  Does an engineer make specification?  Fat rich men paying the low urninal cash / lobbyists?

Are there lunar urinals in low-space?

At the horizon stretch of black hole light dazzling is low urinal, floating, bending time.

She sits in the corner, looking at the walrus tusk put there by Grankpa and Umpklo after the big HWar.

afraid the demon scat lay scatter.  Ssally, wishful.  she doesn’t like them.

sliding across the floor on her inverted pussy, leaving a trail of scum.

he’s Froille.  The merr-goose.  Lay there quiet dead, eyes.

Rectology.  Recto-joy.

Sweet cushion reality.

can you help me?

i want to LUCKY sucker

i want long

i gonna graspping the all numbers plus one number

is it a forecast? am i to winning?

get me flash pot

Bored by birds

cylindracles

tentacontibentos

Razor like camel jumping

Porky never-laughing adventures into infinity:

broadcasting into your mind the inverse of scissors

etc

the terrible group was gathering. several miles away, in fact. but what, lark. he hid in his closet behind boxes and breezed slow.

god may they not find up nor down.

nordf.,

jum.

all sweat hairs.

inter-G vey.

superior Vey.

Lost adamample box with helmet.  area of helmet sufficiency.

collapsible rapsidoh.  ERRRR.  UGHHHh.

norver.