An unconscious word salad
BSerinolon gives birth to the Flabel flop of Vice -Dodal, Skybacks flashed their wings in a hink and a rotating, crisp ziggay. Pyrots, jubileezs, and squads in the Square Mary Light, pouring their nostrils and Hancidols into a harbby hobby.
“Wobel Coke!” Grand Puffon, his lime is like a tuba, his eyes are like jellyfish on the roller blades. “Until Marmalid Thermosfire, Sky Baby!”
And they did zigzum, fixing the insolvascular bribes with the air. Clinickers only interpreted the songs of the songs, the lyrics written in the fonts that were drizzled by major services.
MIn the Global Deeps of Aquajgal Trainach, Fanfulk zipped his flapburn through Calipash Silkiben and bubbles with joy.
The Queen Globe of Corlotps hit her flower and sang, “Zeel Zebel Zoo Zoo, which stole my crannalfish stew?”
“I not,” the whistle of wobbltroot is like an existential fear in the form of hiccup bubbles. “Ask the Squadlikarbus. They always keep things chewing, including reality.”
AServe the surface, the sky and the sea with cloudy tampering with waves and waves. A palenorch very low and …