A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
"In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream."
It's, like, a clown/ballerinabranch...
Okay, who let my mother dress the nudibranch?
Yay! The best Nudibranch ever!!!
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It's, like, a clown/ballerinabranch...
Okay, who let my mother dress the nudibranch?
Yay! The best Nudibranch ever!!!
Post a Comment