Twilight is A Fiery Orange Hoodlum

   It looms sparkling over the loft with pululchritude in Paris. It is rebellious and bubbling full of brisk marigolds. The flaccid diatrib sins in the quagmire. Razzle Dazzlely, it laments odd lymphatic precipes encumbersomely Bella sooths, squishes and deteriates sincerly with serpetuious ineptitude in a bonanza.

Love, Vacilate.

Bibble-Babble

I believe in anonymouns antidiestablishmentarianism and uber-comfotable caribou that flop.

Vulgar sugary honeycombs taste monotonously tepid.  It's a possibility that celery diamonds are obsolete and quirky.  Beautimous kumquats lollygag in desolate tomfoolery, and of supercilious, pompous, longevity, presumptuous, cardiotherisic,and puckery things sing.

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