Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Hungry Douce

The drool of a fish is a hard substance when removed of the water, so in turn you are the one who can loop the difficulty of the rope of the Weave that is our glory.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

How the Goats Hoard the Gays

To kill the broken mankey sicle would mean that we shall eat the rope of the dragon goat that may hoard the little gathering of gays.

The Broken Horn Of the Fermenting Hiccup

If the mark of the lex is to large for the time of the death that arose during the hiest of 37, then it's mustache therefore is far to small to be even considered as a ground griggle fish.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Grinding the Frantic Droop

Joining a dead horse with a sick mouse will ruin the space cow continuum , thus creating a vacuum that will reverse the singing of the caterpillar that ground the yearning dreadlocks that scrape the floor of the newfound door.

The Lark of the Banana

The migration of the lord of the under seals must join with the younger dolphins to make the journey through ground and time. Do you think that he will die if he survives the nice treacherous waters of darkness. So the abyss must be a dark joint of affections

The Gourding Hork

To the spluttering donkey, an angry handkerchief may surely spell death. But if one is made of lard and brazen as a bull, then they have a chance of turning 27 god down to the sky

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Fringing Armour

Backspacing is the way of the tiger. All who are winged are carnivorous today.

To Answer the Click

The thunder lettuce will adjourn the calling of the exiguous shards.

Love of the Last Goat of Gays

The more gongs droop, then surely variety must grout the walls of the sad frang we must be near while far. So dies the frank of froning hork.

The Flack is Not of Wheat

If thou lupine head must rest upon warks nar. Going in the hickory dopley must fluck the ruin gad, don't you not know?

Monday, March 22, 2010

Jointed Crickets

Horses norst hilt the frond of the griggle licker, kant thy dry thou lips apon your jink. So thou must dieth.

To the Kings of Golf

If the explore of the guild tries to gift the cows nostril, then the rendering in the front must become rested because trees don't lie.

Your Gourding Minkle

Jousting with the killer of the gong, might just hurtle the poke of the bear-like turtle.

Friday, March 5, 2010

The Flabeting Krickon

If the gnome no longer dislikes you, how does one explain the pain of conification when the koad still bards the gord.
So then the vieras of the world must still be the same no matter the ground humilation of your bones in the frontal known.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

A Gripping Hamburgerous Jock

Sinuous is the malapropism that abates loquaciously.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Palpable Onus

Do not twirl with he who wears the green shoe, or you will be nailed on the table by the horrendous hat with hypertrophy.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Killig the Sea Urchin

The lossing of the frog will make the cripple strong, but find it again and the horn it grew will surely spear you.

Hiding in the Wilderness

If the dancing hippopotamus is a free woodchuck, the frog melts into vision.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Empty Ukelele

If thou are thirsty they must cross the ocean of mistrust and giving of pain.
If I am hungry thou must follow me to the god if the yore you own.

Ham The Cow

How the forking of our yore is if the funny broom keeps stumbling?
But if it helps the world will surely twist in rhythm to the gory din.

The Lopsided Fish

The leaf is the felling of a space, but the tree is the bringing of time.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Rusty Kipel

If the port of kilts fall in the kitchen, the chicken is ruined.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The stale arse

The mollusk will bellow in the winds of the unmarried syblings

Strum the lard of seals

Simplicity is the bliss of ones damp nostril

Hearing colours

Discussing moral integrity may be the light of the forgotten cuttlefish

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Swan of Insight

Therefore the lizard is determined by the wierd.

From the mortal's eye

Superfluous incantations are the excess waste of the armadillo helmet

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Gaylord And Its Goats Part II

The misery of a dead sheep is the only cure for happiness.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

from the lips of liberty

nevertheless you are you are struck by the stream of neverending lobes

Delaying madness

beginnings are only the new ways to divert water to different sections of the glass

gaylord and its goats

smart is only the way of breeding abominations

clouds at the sunset

beware of the subtle fourth

morphing slamander

more of you less of me is the balance of the foot in water

mary and ross

If thou art create art create it in abated customs