Sunday, August 4, 2019

The Non-Specific 'Crunch-for-Thou' of Persons in One's Own League.







Not to be outdone by the League you represent, that,
one day, unknown to all but a very few, the Tense opens
and so begins the nightly approach to the 'Gamed-In'
Substrate of the likeliest of all busted folds. Anoint to the
Portion of Tube-Bin-Pall, Gerunder Portal Sun Swath, sower of
Doper Ben Plath, sunken trangent Sulphur Mother Met staph,
Groan in the Opener, the Bearer of Gated Whiskets a don, seven
Toms' focus room-ambient token floss budget buster. To keep,
at most, one small announcement in place, demands from one
a quiet rage that, above all, in place of this, we take as a given,
a barely sequenced grim target promenade, to give but one
very febrile sostenum without resorting to a satisfying grunt. 




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