04-25-2017, 08:26 AM
Hangover
Venomous wort rot. Head hears air horn noise.
Vino ire and rum-soot toot a tenor.
Lout lotion moonlit alone on the levee...
Me, a new moron unsolved in turmoil.
Tonnes of onions woven into a twelve
ovum omelette, an idiot diet,
aid sin removal , mute the loud sun and
oust seventeen rhinos who melee
melon. Snout it down. Reorient me.
Noon vomit, demon mouth humour. Oh woe.
Read moist towel vows, swear down I moot return
to rote event, no more retelevised
rave, sad trout nonvoter rooted in time.
I invent new motto, adhere to;
we must love one another or die.
Venomous wort rot. Head hears air horn noise.
Vino ire and rum-soot toot a tenor.
Lout lotion moonlit alone on the levee...
Me, a new moron unsolved in turmoil.
Tonnes of onions woven into a twelve
ovum omelette, an idiot diet,
aid sin removal , mute the loud sun and
oust seventeen rhinos who melee
melon. Snout it down. Reorient me.
Noon vomit, demon mouth humour. Oh woe.
Read moist towel vows, swear down I moot return
to rote event, no more retelevised
rave, sad trout nonvoter rooted in time.
I invent new motto, adhere to;
we must love one another or die.