Let's Write a New Story

And now for nstallment three of our story. Thank you all for contributing and please continue. The new content is (and will be) italicized.

In the end I once certainly wanted lots of boobs, but then they missed nutsacks. When Grandma released years. Clowns into with ice-cream cones dipped between chocolate airplanes crashing into simulation potholes. Opening up Vikings Sunstone myth folk duck’s quack! Rhythmically stroking together, slowly removing blue balls.

During the night, we hunt things that tickle lightly beneath rocks. Hidden amongst foaming pools of memories, they stay near. Voluptuous, forbidden isles of darkness awaiting. Blackened skies in bright stars which tell the future. When the ladies want some fun tonight with a troubled past. However, sometimes they tell stories, nevermind the crazy parts about hidden traps around bushes inside rotting corpses smell fruity. But surprisingly blue cheesy bread with wonderful world clues inside

The naked truth hurts deeply as I feed the raccoons prunes. With trepidation, as everyone dances beneath blackened fish that tastes fishy and salty; but it’s rancid. It feel wet but also super sticky. The new substance growing very rapidly when they lick the floor covered in fur. Witch blasts cocaine blizzards that submerge everyone in there suddenly. Snowy weather begins binding darkness surrounds oceans depths inside. Depths of my experience is lacking love, but it shows beneath abundantly clear. Inside of her walls through mirrors prohibit changing dreams.
 
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