goaded throat
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dub fancy:
do three ligatures per epsilon
figure that into salapsicon
gregarious naerdoing patter party better barter on the ballot
turned garder belt chad hinging land ringing sanctions
from two recent leagals of misenthropic moturaries
sing a vulnerary offering stright from maven's hive
come to cry
sum up lumber and grunt funny sunk funky monkish cryptoasted lizst pinnings
grin from year to ear
whence the clock strikes the fantastical wrap party
put miles on your silence kept back from natural springings
ling wings on crepes loosened hastened yet fastened to cerceral internal myths
internal boilings kept like samosas inside my coast to coasters
ivy league forget me nots sewn like curtails in milton burle's backwater
lacking the illacrity of mac attacks fasting from bad karma
this suit makes me best
this booth wells with wedge
this couth slakes your hedge
this mouth slides with edge
happiness sequestered secluded yet ejected
a mexican erection for rax pestulance connected
messed gregarious nested festerings
von blister moleskin yesterists
i am a motorist on ice flow job afixings
post it to the happy life
sights benounced as my mice face
aglow with mattress uncle buddies
i slow the pace of wives and hightings
your prison is an ape
your mouth alit agape
your tout alive and ate
your rhythm fit for snakes
loss for roasters
pass the roster
lasting poser
faster faster
red town brown
white sheep gown
ground round found
hound blinks crown
down up down
up dawn down
tones groan sound
bones in mound
bottom line
connect the spline
blur fear dots
tear down tear
resurect my most
for now the soap floatings of graves newly batinaged
bandaged fandango superlative hurlings
i curl for the div
i found where i live
i'm alive in my sides of two side cars with brides
as i ride down the ocean of mates
as said old foldings will become new losses
and accost the present with foolishly mooned wounds
if you ask i will tell
sail the bell rung in twice
i know what i need to be happy
i know what i need to be happy
i know what i need to be happy
i know now i need to be happy
happy for life break happening now
dub fancy:
do three ligatures per epsilon
figure that into salapsicon
gregarious naerdoing patter party better barter on the ballot
turned garder belt chad hinging land ringing sanctions
from two recent leagals of misenthropic moturaries
sing a vulnerary offering stright from maven's hive
come to cry
sum up lumber and grunt funny sunk funky monkish cryptoasted lizst pinnings
grin from year to ear
whence the clock strikes the fantastical wrap party
put miles on your silence kept back from natural springings
ling wings on crepes loosened hastened yet fastened to cerceral internal myths
internal boilings kept like samosas inside my coast to coasters
ivy league forget me nots sewn like curtails in milton burle's backwater
lacking the illacrity of mac attacks fasting from bad karma
this suit makes me best
this booth wells with wedge
this couth slakes your hedge
this mouth slides with edge
happiness sequestered secluded yet ejected
a mexican erection for rax pestulance connected
messed gregarious nested festerings
von blister moleskin yesterists
i am a motorist on ice flow job afixings
post it to the happy life
sights benounced as my mice face
aglow with mattress uncle buddies
i slow the pace of wives and hightings
your prison is an ape
your mouth alit agape
your tout alive and ate
your rhythm fit for snakes
loss for roasters
pass the roster
lasting poser
faster faster
red town brown
white sheep gown
ground round found
hound blinks crown
down up down
up dawn down
tones groan sound
bones in mound
bottom line
connect the spline
blur fear dots
tear down tear
resurect my most
for now the soap floatings of graves newly batinaged
bandaged fandango superlative hurlings
i curl for the div
i found where i live
i'm alive in my sides of two side cars with brides
as i ride down the ocean of mates
as said old foldings will become new losses
and accost the present with foolishly mooned wounds
if you ask i will tell
sail the bell rung in twice
i know what i need to be happy
i know what i need to be happy
i know what i need to be happy
i know now i need to be happy
happy for life break happening now
posted by bryce beverlin II at 11:19
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You are My Megalon
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Height
55 meters
Weight
44,000 tons
Weapons
Lightning bolts from horn, napalm bombs from mouth, drill hands to burrow under the Earth at Mach 3, can fly in hops of 10 km
Origin
Resembling an insect, with 4 limbs and 2 pairs of wings, Megalon is in fact a protector god of the underwater city of Seatopia, sent by the Seatopians along with Gigan on the surface of Earth in retaliation to the destruction of their own kingdom by men’s nuclear experiments. Guided by the android Jet-Jaguar, Megalon defeated Japan's armies and laid waste to much of Tokyo before Godzilla intervened and sent it back to the depths of sea.
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