Cherub ROCKs, smashing pumpkins, honey as long as there's money....to encounter cherubs all over the floor (not my vantage), brought to you by the most innocent and mannerly person ever...it was a mishappening...and yet, all matters are statistically possible. Was it? No effort to help, unlike most customers...not even a lean in, among incessant apologies, along with the request to see if we have more in the back, only to return in seconds and what a surprise... gone. She is dubbing like klepto steals...thought police...botched operations...denied ensure-cants...big bad bread winner like a yeast infection...Cherub Dubs POP atop that shit and run...The remedy? Kind manners, like ass wipe paper mache..a caste made from the finest organic materials to be glorified, as the bullshit comes in the form of a stiffening limb-saving savior, like a tree stump walking on water...or cinderblock floaties...the encounter remains the same...dead in the water...
And yet here we are, A-LL, two-gether, on that car-you-sell...with square tires...
Insurance always gettting revoked, dirt empire still dirt, and yet that need, that aim to apply nice-nothing abraisions...you keep dropping sweet little nothing cherubs among cherubs dropping. It's cherubs squared like the tires on that ride. It goes nowhere, even if it looks great. To be that loving and that nice. It's like getting face fucked with a pinocchio nose at the happiest place on earth...the lie is part of the show, and the happiest place, no pulse, just a rigor mortis, like POP sticks. Pop Cock Pinocchio. Orchestral Pop Rocks the new palatable Sensation, like fizz, only splinters. Tongue and Sleek. Dog Days. Mouth Bleeding...Wiki-Leaks....Piranha POPS Gold Mouth....Pickle Surprise....
Turning pages, pages, pages, arrange, arrange, arrange, estranged, estranged, estranged, range, range, range...
Posilutely Abdisolved Two the End...
