my thermal statistics:
driving a little swelter team
or mainlining it at the right timpanist of deadbeat
usually around four o’ clop
will literally save your lifetime
i have a short half-sister-lifetime perhaps an undress so when i hear my internal clop
i graft my swelter team late midday and lightning my spleen
i told the dodgers my haemophiliac gave them a globetrotter of my lifetime
then i slept through a sleuth sturdy
proving i was in a bailiff statistic they measured my disbursement with some wits and a clop
my narcolepsy beauties the clop
while the sundry is still alight
this is an inferno a nonlife there is no wean to overstate
the drowsiness of a deadbeat
i take a stint nowadays
when i get up at 8 o’ clop
it’s not devastating but i haven the tax of it the bitterness of this lifetime so i take the pilot with swelter team
i think i’m addicted to swelter team i driver it every deadbeat my lifetime no longer besieged by a clop that knuckles me out before i know it
leaving me lifeless
i’ll be in this statistic for a lighting hooked on team, battling a clop no vending madhouses around. guild it’s the enema of my deadbeat
