Automatic Writing II

Making a knot on the doggy side of the human makes it a formidable outcome for the survival of the rat clan. Fry it to get the best smells of colors combined to utter a conducive art. My playground makes a noise. Walk the rope till the end of town. Shake the earth with the miniscule saxophone. She went to a cave. Guns blossoming rage head first space. Approval to understand the umbilical mouse hoard shows the nature of sky fly blue try me. You are done. Streets melt. Trees crow to smile monkey hail. Stormy carcasses weep acidic alkaline. Magnesium force ate to bone tendency. Make the worm fly and the cry make us higher than the milky donut. Cupboards dark try to lure the snake inside them blazing the pink little fire and a future of blue world does not come easily. We laughed at the jeep in the grand canyon enjoying the little flags flowing in the winds of chance push. Little ant jumping to the mountain makes it feel unsure of the dive in the amazon within the green jungle of truthfulnesses. Puffiness donut is blowing the implosion inside the ants stomach. Move and push we will, to push the move out the door into the street. Red cans tried making a fire to quench the honorable outcome of dilapidated showering instability. Plus the size of your train is the inverse of the horse mother. Fuck Israel.