Reap what you sow you bastard. Take it to the grave you came from. Zombie meat for the vocals of the dead. Feed ahead of time and let them snark at the commentary. This is sublime inspiration for the last few, just bear with me will you. Ask and it shall be yours. Oral fixation, assumption pessimistic. Trade it all for the fountain of youth. You shall shed tears of anger only to weep at the whip of solace. That is fate. By any means it takes a toll for all of us. Now bark like a dog you vermin of the highest. Discharge and eat what you see infront of you. Behave for your master
