2015-09-24 at 6:09 PM UTC
At the absolute middle of the planet there rests a harem of metabolic catalysts that convert the world's greed into the most pure, luxourious sand anyone has ever seen the likes of. The sand is so soft it lathers up against your skin in the crystal molecular formation of an angel's feather that took a bath in a newly constructed fountain of youth in the ruins of the ottoman empire after a lucky number of fertilizations by asiatic sucky suckys in large formations that travel across the tundra and sucky sucky the ground like a worm until the soil is proportioned with the love of Eden, Eve, Steve, Paul, and all the original creators of the dimension of biological self referential refractory processing in the olfactory bulb which spouts more seeds for the cognitive-naturalistic theory of the quadverse with each quadrant owned by Eden, Eve, Paul, or Saul, where Steve who would traditionally hover above the spouted olfactory nerves as a token of gratitude towards existence itself and the positive excess of human karmatics that occurs every time the sun is eclipsed by saturn is replaced by Judas. It creates a breed of human unlike any other breed of human bred in my incubator before, and I've bred every chromosomal abnormality and IVed the genetic material into my frontal lobes with a tranquilizer gun straight up domed to the dome like wowww and now I can see in all four quadrants of Eve, Meve, Bleve, and Dreve and I can't turn down for what and I can't even reduce my testosterone from the 99.9^99.9th percentilw of standard deviations with every integer of the standard deviation being a sigma of itself what do I tell my mom when she gets home from stripping
2015-09-24 at 7:15 PM UTC
You know sploo, lately i've been seeing the hilarity in your posts, i mean "Eden, Eve, Steve, Paul," made me kek out loud. "sun is eclipsed by saturn is replaced by Judas." Was good too. Stripper mom was amusing as well.
2015-09-24 at 7:29 PM UTC
After the catastrophe or hazard of the soft sand conversion, you could say the onlookers would have a post-diffusion confusion delusion. Contusions even if the processes process topless stoppers were induced by rock to head on head at the county sinus damage. Once I told the Dean about taking another 30mg of vyvanse after the comedown, fearing for my life, three mind masters were called into the room, carried across the threshold by the minister. The nurse took my vitals and the counselor bookmarked some spark notes in her self appointed clipboard about post triage inpatient centers. My temples ached and as I arrived at the sand temple the schwah tessilatures took my blood pressure and other formalities. I was referred to eek Barba Durkell the third awaiting my lorazepam infusion
2015-09-24 at 7:34 PM UTC
I can derive with a certainty of 5 sigma the episcopal plain derivative of a sub-optimum dodechahedron simply by entering shapespace within the collective consciousness through the simple use of dextromethorphan.
2015-09-24 at 7:58 PM UTC
"I don't have to be a train if i don't want to"
2015-09-24 at 7:59 PM UTC
my oh my what a wonderful thread ^_^
Yeah, this is the best time to pound you know.
2016-03-17 at 6:05 AM UTC
Here kid take this banshee dust
2016-03-17 at 1:13 PM UTC
This thread is the best thing since Jesus.
