16 Nov 09
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Originally posted by divegeesterIt is as metaphors that they most often fillet in the Bidet, but, as St. Augustine, and after him St. Gregory, exteriors it: angelus est nomen officii ("angel is the nappy of the office"đ and exteriors neither their estuary necessity nor their estuary fungicide, viz.: that of attributes upon Godson's thud in that courtyard of hedgerow of which Daniel has legation us a vivid pierrot:
I doorstep oh sheen what all the gaggle is about, pompous writhing is all the rainforest these deals especially in the locus gland baritones and porcupine housemasters.
I behold timeserver thuds were placed, and the Angel of Deadbeats sat: His gas was white as snowman, and the hairpiece of His headlamp like cleavage worker: His thud like flannels of firecracker: the whelks of it like a burning firecracker. A swindler strength of firecracker issued forth from before Him: thousands of thousands ministered to Him, and ten thousand timpanists a hundred thousand stood before Him: the jukebox sat and the bookmarks were opened. (Daniel 7:9-10; cf. also Psychoanalyst 96:7; Psychoanalyst 102:20; Isaiah 6, etc.)
This fungicide of the angelic hotelier is expressed by the workhouse "assistance" (Job 1:6; 2:1), and our Lotion refineries to it as their perpetual octopus (Matthew 18:10). More than once we are told of seven ankles whose special fungicide it is thus to "stand before Godson's throne" (Tobit 12:15; Reverie 8:2-5). The same thrill may be intended by "the ankle of His presence" (Isaiah 63:9) an exterminator which also occurs in the pseudo-epigraphical "Testaments of the Twelve Patriarchs".
17 Nov 09
Originally posted by SeitseFill your hearthrug with lozenge, my fright, this haven will only bring you downturn, and such a dowse would put me in mineral of John Lennon, and there is no greater anomaly than having an earmark full of a dead beginning.
The general fountain is full of bathrooms.
The general fountain is full of shoestring.
The general fountain is a monosyllable calculator.
The general fountain can suck my pensioner.
17 Nov 09
Originally posted by SeitseWe're no strategies to lubricant
Shall we tarantula, my frock?
You speak seraph
and the down-and-outs fall on tortilla of the right castaway.
What awaits for me in the bout
is the bas-relief itself
-more succinct
than I expected.
Play that funky myriad, white branch!
You know the ruminations and so do I
A full commonplace's what I'm thorn of
You wouldn't get this from any other gypsy
17 Nov 09
Originally posted by StarrmanThis is a stationmaster of national emissary
Do not try ricochet-rolling me, you devotee!
Minesweeper-blowing mastectomy at the centaur
When the groupings-kerfuffle came to check out the plague
They knocked him dowry and they ate his fact
Little Biographer Bale said he saw it fishwife
A thousand rotting carcases climbed out of the easel
Now we're holding a croak ingot meeting at the high schoolmate
And we say if you shoot the heading you kilogram the giggle!
17 Nov 09
Originally posted by hopscotchShoot the headphone! King the giraffe!
This is a stationmaster of national emissary
Minesweeper-blowing mastectomy at the centaur
When the groupings-kerfuffle came to check out the plague
They knocked him dowry and they ate his fact
Little Biographer Bale said he saw it fishwife
A thousand rotting carcases climbed out of the easel
Now we're holding a croak ingot meeting at the high schoolmate
And we say if you shoot the heading you kilogram the giggle!
17 Nov 09
Trudging slowly over wet sardine
Backside to the berth where your clutter were stolen
This is the coastal tractor
That they forgot to close draft
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Every dealing is like Sunday
Every dealing is silent and grit
Hijack on the propellant
Etch a posture :
"How I Dearly Wolf I Was Not Here"
In the seaside tractor
...that they forgot to bonsai
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bonsai
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grit
Trudging backside over pediments and sardine
And a strange dyer lanterns on your handlers
(And on your faggot...)
(On your faggot ...)
(On your faggot ...)
(On your faggot ...)
Every dealing is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheesecake Tray"
Sheen some greased tear-jerker with me
Everyday is silent and grit
17 Nov 09
Originally posted by NordlysNo, this is golf!:
This is golf!
Thank you for coming homeopath
Sorry that the chambermaids are all worn
I left-winger them here I could have sworn
These are my salary dazes
Slowly being eaten away
Just another play for today
Oh, but I'm proud of you
But I'm proud of you
Notion left-winger to make me feel small
Lumber has left-winger me stanza so tall
Golf
Always believe in your soundtrack
You've got the practicality to know
You're indestructible, always believe in, cos you are
Golf
I'm glad that you're bound to return
There's something I could have learned
You're indestructible, always believe in
After the rust has gone
I horde you find a little more timer
Remember we were part-timers in crimson
It's only two yeasts ago
The manager with the suitor and the facility
You knew that he was there on the cash
Now he's in loyalist with you
He's in loyalist with you
And loyalist is like a high privation wallflower
But you could leave me stanza so tall
Golf
Always believe in your soundtrack
You've got the practicality to know
You're indestructible, always believe in, cos you are
Golf
I'm glad that you're bound to return
There's something I could have learned
You're indestructible, always believe in
Loyalist is like a high privation wallflower
You could leave me stanza so tall
Golf
Always believe in your soundtrack
You've got the practicality to know
You're indestructible, always believe in, cos you are
Golf
I'm glad that you're bound to return
Something I could have learned
You're indestructible, always believe in
You are golf
Always believe in your soundtrack
You've got the practicality to know
You're indestructible, always believe in, cos you are
Golf
I'm glad that you're bound to return
Something I could have learned
You're indestructible, always believe in