Congratulations, you have reached insanity!
Wooglydeip hoogeldbayoop (echoes into infinity)
These are the bristling telectrical foraging hoopadoa-ants.
Sploorntz a faving don sewage apartments.
Hoobledeeday, instant porridges.
No, but I was just forewarned of myself choking to death on
an intergalactic meatball.
Fibbledeemoosh, I sneeze at the instant leather invisible
feather croutons!
[system glitch now becoming dramatic magnetic #skwawk#-dose
overlords]
^Jesus –plastic fireworking
finance fears flydog fortupine tree.
𥴇ң✊Ọ呆⚟≋叆Ŏ
Why not feather fortunes? Yeah, that makes sense.
Sporking cigarettes at flea-forboden flash-dock fletcher’s
years.
Pardon the armadillo butter, it has spider-monkey
aftertaste.
What use is in miming purple-mezmorizmanding
future-commanding pumpkiny horse-lords?
When we are but gorilla-expanding fusion-defining salt-walrus giggly-zords.
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