Boston Tea party and the Pandemic



Here and all throughout the army, this continent we have a mandatory law.
Wear it or be in total quarantine for McCaw.
Exchange all types of herbal, diet, and iced tea over the great wall.
Here deeply embedded in our supermall when making our list we stand six feet apart.
Part way of the hummer and take the Volvo just to have more tea on every block.
Green Tea for health.
Cammamile for long lasting sleep.
Smooth move for the bowles, and iced for the quinch of thirst.
Anyone and everyone anywhere far in and between is lined up around the building.
If you want to be apart of the Boston Tea party and the Pandemic, you must come early and cooperate accordingly to the mandatory law.
Avoiding sticky metal.
Dodging spirals of wicked pain that when you lye down directly on leads to a sore arm .
At least that is what it will feel like.
Costco like if you try to remove the cotton ball and bandage off these wounds you embarked a inkblot test.
The monster blood rise to skin, and cells get the goldrush under the notion.
Ocean; motion antifreeze the black panther freeze before running out of time.
Derail me, deformed, the hyroglyphics etched in tools of interest bare rates that apply.
Somewhere in sometimes something happens to summon the summit and dockate.
Suddenly I see, here we are with the proper educate, English tea to paraphrase the summary, and to hurl like a javolen across the Red sea.
With our supernatural beliefs and native tounges, we phobia, detour illegal immigrants and alien alliases to be blacklisted.
What a beautiful girl, when it whirls when it swirls, until the limelight the fame , and glory days take a turn.
Take a toll she starts to loose it starting riots.
Bringing violence out of nowhere learns to summersult, you'll understand.
She's become a sociopath.
She's become  the soccerers stone.
She's become the living dead.
Out of control.
Out on the hunt for blood.
Out for revenge.
On the front lines.
Facing odds.
Fighting for arrival.
Fighting for survival.
Fighting enemies.
Fighting friends.
One on one.
Ten thousand against one.
She's become a banshee.
She's become unstable, and most importantly she's become unstoppable!!!
She is a machine infection, currupting any electromagnetic force.
Taken too far away anywhere but home, shaving her hair bald she finds herself kicking obstacles like a soda can.
At the point of no return.
She can hold her own.
Turning trumps into friends.
Turning friends against friends somehow in my mind they both become one .
Quick someone get a mammogram, catsscan this fish it may have swallowed it's eagle pride.
Just like seven ate nine.
There's nothing inside!!!
I've been living a lie.
There's nothing inside, bring me to life!
In a world unethical.
Unworthy to see three hundred years on earth.
Unfit to solve your own problem.
Unable to open closed doors.
Leaving trails of bad luck and no class.
Loud volume, high voltage and low bass.
Depth, decieble , and unmounted mass.
A little breed comaro on my knee called spaz.
Use liquid graphite to tune up the artisanship of something to envy, a September taste in an amplitude of soprano sax play at jazz.
Then they don't want to fast, but will pull up fast making aggregated assault transmortitude into everything to harass.
More for the prodigy of the product in a coaca cola glass.
Arms stretched forth in a lawn of manicured grass.
I'm not sure how long the Boston Tea party and the kids are going to last.
I practiced with the spells you usually cast.
This week is a wonder, you don't want to pass.
We major in the aerodynamic gas.
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