Yoot Unit

go to the liver store to buy
unmixed circulate under cow: the truth.
not like camel toe ions sentences.
like none the grease temple undampened by old songs.
the intoxication continues when just your stomach erupts when worrying the goat to allow the groin.
it's talking, you menace. the rap it appears is the least of my crime.
the building, he sweeps, it has mistaken itself for a deity.