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Minty and the Freshmen



Last Updated: 11/3/2009

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Status: Single
City: Navan
State: Meath
Country: IE
Signup Date: 6/13/2006
Saturday, May 30, 2009 

Category: Pets and Animals
freeball looted an insane gallery... ye were devastated at the thought. a monkey condured the antidote...ye were sprayed with reality, the only solution to your egos climb. over and over i forgot the lesson, grasping at bubbles. a leper laughed, amused at  the bursting dancers. minnions of ants danced on the midnight butchers block, enraging the fire extinguisher. their senseless song confusing sound butchers. twice i heard you bellow with a fishes accuracy, a history of disapointment in its eyes. only seen in unlucky situations and you buzzing on the tragedy. to soar no more the wire snapped under the weight of waiting birds. they fell like lead on the grass. this was not in the manual. fine juice sprayed in panic. the scarred tree bled for everyone as the magma worms leap forth. there is no lesson. fruit of ages spaceward clawed. panels of experts scorned their glee. rehearsals rewarded with spit for neglect of spontaneity. severed thoughts fell to the water as septic air in pockets flounced. sleeping fantasies sprang from landfill radios. roadkill rewound into careless  transcurience, vultures left their morning quilts. pulped money was flung on  the graves of overthought schemes. bodybuilders burst through bikinis on loan from skinny tapdancers. eejits fucked in moonlit oily puddles. grocery lists went rotten in the pockets of  listless shoppers. cake only for dancers. no spunk for wasters. no coins for bad machines. no dreams for aliens, only applause from bearded pensioners. drugged up cavemen hacked up sober farmers. emerald fillings for pearly nippled pirates. rubber ships for freethinkers. winning tickets for thiefs. spikey rain for skinless givers. countries full of fightless losers queing up for abuse. spanking ladies cheering spades for deepening the sluice. a forest full of love starved evangelists moaned in unison. maggots crawled from flugelhorns, swimming to safety. drowning anglers frowned at the rivers lack of subtlety. knitting wives sighed unheard. droves of socks clambed to the fuzzy shore together, tripping up the winners lest their genes fullfill their prophesy. wise lemmings watched wildlife documentaries in the comfort of their caves. scientists drank with houdini guarding secrets of the past. intruders impaled on gateposts of a heaven never grasped. huts full of gardeners hid skinny squirrels nuts, who took to dating rats and mutated into squats. people petered slowly out as vermin drove their cars, dripping in their jewellry, pissed up at the bar.