avalanche

we make believe, and un doubtablee, just that we pusher play whatever, just that we in the mode, we can be on rock hill off lots of solo and rough terain and have fun off a funnest or we can be on angrey roes and be gladdest of a glads. so in this, no limit to pushers ups // plugers ups off da albert einstein braineys.

that loud stuff was rinds. but our person is da biggest best invention, 'overcome', like shiney young mac pony star.

i out. help us out tremendous. heart. for four brand new poetrys on da word rind. for turns our life around.


heart: ok boy. all you said was, 'it's loud it's a amitague' one of your future words for year 2040. hang on.


poem one:
i swallowed a rind,
so i am buisket baller of shawney people.
make me high off your delicious onley.
i love ams and pms.
i'm hungrey a rind of a pork or a rind of a work.


poem 2:

ok ok i'm confused.
what is happening here.
am i deaf and drive too loosey.
am i fontin' or making a splash.
hang on, rind me rind me i go woot boot.

poem 3:

i gave the show away with a smile. he says he gulfs it like golf gulfer,
he's saying he digests tha biggest and baddest pork rind pigg.
so see, that's what it means.

poem four:

we cool, but, but asta manana means see you tomorow.
we're loneley but there's too many people,
let's weight watch some calorie steps and see if we can trim instead of hopping the gossip.
some gossip is cute.
some gossip is off.
but we are plain and simple 'ah you see.'