My Gibberish
Shadow Flosset
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I love to dice aqua gumdrops until they're reduced to little crystal twinky lights!
Could it be that the orange screen of your letter opener has given birth to yet another seastar?
I love it when my thermometer gets glassblown by the whipping tornadoes of my cabbage patch.
The incandescent fulcrum of our existence is almost as deep as the delicious pallor of my desktop.
I swim alone, closing my doors and enjoying the aroma of the one billion megabytes that flicker below me.
If you could only understand how whimsical I feel when I flirt with my waterfalls, then you could be a moss too.
Am I the only one left who cares that the Martian bottlecap collection is polluted by Cesium Fluoride?
The cork is overflowing with the bottle that I left by our tree.
Can you truly say that my evergreen elements could never marry with your undesirable starlight?
If the jagged lucite box becomes too overgrown with grapevines, please tell my paintbrushes I love them.
If you would just push the mailbox already, I'm sure the glowsticks will be sealed promptly!
I have grown rather overjoyed with your incessant giggling; I have decided to drop you.