WILL-AM-ALONE: A lurking lunk that lifts leftovers from the little less than lethal lichens and lathers the leavings onto loggers, as they lay latent and lethargic into the latter lateness. The entity easily embeds this essential element into the ears and eyelids of these everymen. Seemingly, the sleepers seldom see nor suspect that a squirrely scoundrel is setting in substance, stolen from psychotropic spores, sparing no sorry soul. The dubious dozers do drift into dreams of delirious description due to the dreadful droplets. Regularly, the rugged roughs rise from resting and readily regret it. For the fellers finally feel the full fallout of the “fairy flour,” as false fantasies fill the frame. It is interesting to indicate that it is inebriated individuals that are invariably influenced with increasing intensity.
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