Black Friday

Trick the dream into foster white shells, I may not be vetoed but i’m accompanied in this hell. Dodge soiled strip tease capital collect wild doves. Damage is a cola I prefer to avail. Happen stance to side step I wreck stairs and lock doors cross in a passion my world is lackluster. Batter past stores its a solid epitaph divine in a station of verbal cognition. Double tab metaphors for commercials of filth driven by intersections of collision past due. A bargain is soul made matter materialized into marginal metaphors that are nonsense in proper position. Holler back with that cold read collusion into faith driven matter. Its a trap designed by the wicked communal ostracizor with a catchphrase as slick as a scam.

"I may have a big gun but an even bigger dick".

A warning cry devised as a stationed apostle to prepare lost sheep for the shaving; a dupe filed for the ages, Buy Buy Buy but got nothing to sell. Mind body and soul are the commodity in this shell. Deam this position as a stop in a brainstorm or a collision of values emanating discretion. Forward motion couple catching negative demonizer. Angelic anglo saxon ain’t got nothing but fire.