snowboarding summary – master shredder.
I ate the snow don’t hate the snow
we are not the snow
not cold jello
we are not cold jello or any sort of parasite
I sleep the floor and eat galore
your cheese is not my indicator your cheese belays the hope of yiddles and skittles and little round pieces of purple nonsense drifiting off
sedate the snow berate the snow below the snow i heard you wuloop and tulu and thought the dance was familiar but my feet were rakes and leaves were not you
but if you were the mozzarella cries your liberation
yes my rakish delight I sukoodle your rizzlebang and lulup your pazalglat (but that could’ve been a cardboard square of toffee or something similar like yellow)