John
At 01:13 PM 8/11/2005 -0400, you wrote:
Quaggy
I blasted a snort that plunged into the shine on the brink of rhyme. The cloud-snore burst a spurt of my burning shades dripping pieces of clawed dong eyes into nuggets of the mattress stuck in the unflushable toilet. My flat spray was dank as a snorting dong on the brink of spurting rust. The stunned haze crawled across pieces of my wrist. My cunt foreskin clawed the chewed-up blasts of the guzzled dong lube. The spray shades are snorting dong nuggets on the brink of being squelched. The mattress mist stuck to the burnt spores of my guzzled scuzzy rhyme. My foul bright snores wristed the dripping gnawed dong. My dong burnt cunt is snorting the clawed shine on the brink of dripping dank wrists in the shady toilet. The dong shone upon my shady guzzled nuggets of loot. My lung pouted in the stubbly shine. Dong cunt guzzled nuggets are in the wrist of my foreskin. Guzzled nuggets of my foreskin are being wristed into shady pieces of plunging toilets rhyming. I am guzzling snorting cunt dong clawed on the brink of the mattress haze. My cunt dong is being guzzled by a dripping toilet. My wrist is plunging into your clawed cunt. My cunt foreskin is being looted in the golden haze. I squelched the mattress of rust-sprayed mist. I clawed your dank foreskin with my broken bleatings. Spores of my dong toilet shine are bleating. My dong squelched spores are rubbering across the lumbering shine. My dong is in the shady stubble shine. Snorting spores are donging my cunt. Nuggets of my guzzled cunt are being clawed in the bright wristed gnawing shine. My dong toilet is bleating across the squelched mattress of rhyme. Dong clawed nuggets are snoring in the sunburst spurts of rusty guzzled spores of dank shine. I plunged into the chewed lube. I sprayed the shades of the rubber-stunned rust nuggets. I chewed on the lubed dong. I suckled the knee-bright runt spores across the haze. The dank lurker spewed peat-dong into my rhyming toilet. I flatly ate the ice off the mist. I clawed the rhyming loot under the mattress. I lunged after the lung. I lubed the runt's dong. I eyed the chewed kneecap. I stuck a piece of rhyme in the rump of the toilet lurker. I plunged the toilet lurker's foreskin stubble under the mattress. I spurt out the snort. I chewed the scuzzy shades. I fouled the flat nuggets. I squelched the guzzled spores. I chewed on the lung rust. I sprayed the cloudburst. I stuck a stick into my wrist. I ate the dank peat. I broke the dripping spores. I squelched my ego. I nibbled on the spores in my lungs. I spurt in the haze. I snorted the dank shade. I felt like a runt without kneecaps. I eyed nuggets of foreskins. I lusted after the lunging rump. I sprayed the shade with the mist from my dong. My dong is rusty. My dong is lurking around in your dead lung. The foreskin of my kneecap was nibbled upon. I spurt out the chewed up peatmoss. I guzzled the mattress under your rump. I snorted the quaggy scum fuzz. I blasted the flat lurker across the chewed up toilet. I snorted shades of guzzled brightness. I burnt the stunned cloud in the rusty toilet. My lungs burst like a cloud of sticky spores. I snored the dank stubble around your anus. I clawed at the dongy teats in your eyes. I nibbled at you without a foreskin under my mattress. I stuck a stick into my ego's rump. I sprayed the spores on your rump. I snorted your rump in the spurting brightness. I felt your dead lung entering my asshole. I guzzled the sprayed lurker gnawing on the porcelain toilet. I shaded your foreskin with my cunt. I spurt the rhyme out of my tits. My dong dripped in the breaking mist. My dong is rusting like lung lube. My puny dong is on the brink of blasting off stains. My lungs burst across the stubbled spores. I ate the dank spurts on the brink of burnt brightnesses. I guzzled the long tool. I looted the kneejerk of its chewed nuggets. I stunned my bleating plunges into the foreskin of the shade. I rhymed in the crawling haze. I burnt in the mist of squelched maggots. My wrist dong has toilet eyes. I snore spurts of lung rust. The runt in the mist lubed the dong eyes of the toilet's foreskin.
--Bob BrueckL
after John M. Bennett's PEAT & NOOM
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