Oh well! Holy shit! For God’s sake! Here’s our noble worship idol, feeling the sunset beneath his shoes and fulfilling his expectations with the ridiculous laughs of the jumping potatoes. Yes! Here’s our land owner, creepy, vulnerable, map-doer, homework-doer, volatil, macrophagous sácerdot, who lives the day as if it were the last one.
At five o’clock he goes to Connecticut (Karektikat), and flies like blowing his own trumpet. God’s sake! He’s a fucking trumpet-blower who treats everyone as a whole amount of vegetable mushrooms! And in Connecticut (Karektikat) he can wear his turkish, long-shelled bikini, because he is a turkish, long-shelled bikini wearer, what is more, since the begining of our era, of our planet Earth, of the same starts of the Universe which are talked of in books, he’s always been a turkish, long-shelled bikini wearer. Yes, for my fucking lord! He can wear in Connecticut (Karektikat) his turkish, long-shelled bikini without external complaints, so he does, he really does! And he does it better than you, me, and every nasty eye-cricketed person who reads this almizclous article! Yes! Virgin Mary mother of God! He can do it better than every man standing in this poligonal fraction of tennis court. Yes, he can. That’s why we love our sácerdot.
At five o’clock he goes to Connecticut (Karektikat), and flies like blowing his own trumpet. God’s sake! He’s a fucking trumpet-blower who treats everyone as a whole amount of vegetable mushrooms! And in Connecticut (Karektikat) he can wear his turkish, long-shelled bikini, because he is a turkish, long-shelled bikini wearer, what is more, since the begining of our era, of our planet Earth, of the same starts of the Universe which are talked of in books, he’s always been a turkish, long-shelled bikini wearer. Yes, for my fucking lord! He can wear in Connecticut (Karektikat) his turkish, long-shelled bikini without external complaints, so he does, he really does! And he does it better than you, me, and every nasty eye-cricketed person who reads this almizclous article! Yes! Virgin Mary mother of God! He can do it better than every man standing in this poligonal fraction of tennis court. Yes, he can. That’s why we love our sácerdot.
OMG, I´m going to faint right now. So much perfection in his pressence blinds me to death. I feel complete for the first time in a long, long time.
ReplyDeleteThank you, mozartly doggy. Thank you, Fortune.
Thank you, sácerdot!
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ReplyDeleteOh my dear Architect Dancer, I was sure you'd love this as an hómenaj for our royal well doer.
ReplyDeleteA pleasure, a pleasure, please, please, a pleasure for me, a pleasure.