All of my leaves have been shaken off by the crassness of yo..
🕑 Added 2022-11-02 18:42:13 +0000 UTC
All of my leaves have been shaken off by the crassness of your heart. All you do is hurt my will to live. Ur credible but hey. Who wants to be credible for being the most miserable of them all in hell. Reverse Pokémon bastard. Bulb-a-sore. I get charged with thou foulest of blud mistakes. Thee own captain of my own violent disregard. What sayeth you cut tongue poor bruise? Why is thou still typing? To confuse thy’s own skullington to keep his dampened heart from beating NOT into oblivion. Stay afloat. You invite in snakes. Foulest keeper of them all is inside of you. Most decrepit virtue is the arch of your well received nuisance. Noise maker and shout of thou dearest flap around spectrum special of dis nazi death camp that is the cramp in your bullets. Cri meeeeeee a basket case you well laid up hen the worst has spoke your name up to high heaven you’re still(borne) when Hilda broom stick broke in ye’s own ol big arched ass. Crack em a few one more time thou’s sheepish of replies to thee nigh nigh nigh of your never shout never abundance bridge of tomorrows scorn. I am saddened at the flame of my now deepest flattened of hearts. No more juice. Just pulp is coming out of thou’s never shout never in a red dress for thou invited snakes of blud to curdle round ye’s torso. Blud much. There is much blud… But feeling? Nay. Say naught. Where is the feeling to go with it? That act… NAY “stoopid reeling” I shouteth most scornfully about. I will have thou and any who may understand dear label “snaketh tongue” I am not insubordinate to the first order of business. Ace ace decrepit ace.
