Nonsense

Why can't you follow with the wind happening yesterdays spaghetti on the color paint for the mother?

My cat rejuvenates his potpourri in a noodle of weather when the container doesn't complete the green peanut, selfish tomatoes, or runningback, but all is for the stones and stones alone will fly away like a rose with toes in a Canadian envelope like Ladyknight17 returned to the grocery store on a withering afternoon in the belly of an Indian for the fear that one day the sparrow might fall and eternity will be lost under a duck or something like that, but if not just yell for the pinecones and freedom will savor every last pencil that wishes to be blue.

But he's nobody's beeyotch, beeyotch! Because when the pipe falls and the halo doesn't have pepperoni there's no one left to hammer the nail, you're out of ducks, and freefall to China with a baseball bat. Don't forget to juice the whammy! With or henceforth, you'll arrive but sticks and stones can't forget what happened to you yesterday.

Well, I fell from the winter in a pool that didn't forget.

Hell yea!