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Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Dog (Other)
Size 250 x 250px
File Size 118.4 kB
you probably can't decipher it as i have filtered it a bit but it says
��data please rep deep depp rolling film backwards from the hellions leap open from the mouse trap teeth teeth teeth sure comes data cure and keep
rolling in the seven sixes i predicted mrs. styx's was going to be a pretty pickled pear of bitches, today is the night where all dogs fight and tomorrow they shalt wallow in their doggy pollow.
camoflauge tressle lodge tinsel fissure tissue farts.
truck track dexter.got stapled to the roof raff.
one for the money two for the money three to get ready and four for the money, one of the money two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.
will you stick in my ticks in this world of pure imagination don't you sticks it's just always been imagined will you chicks on my dicks eat a trickle fury fanananationyou will see what willl be in their imagination.
rain is a sound where the whether may pound on the ground with a beat until a thousand little feet tin of the roof echo beats so sweet that the meaton the sheet was little bo peep and she went sour just a half hour ago.
men and man went out to the pale with their faces so pale you were you could shovel all the ladies to the floor and the bugs crawling forth scurried neat with their feet by three thousand by the oound centimeteres centepedeseating up what people needs if you eat the grass so green who will catch my simple stream of
thought
just as taught in a class of pure imagination and sometimes it seems like the bees and the knees and the babies are really all one pellet sometimes things get hard and all
where the gas station grows the freeely crowe doe's with the sheep and the meek a shepherd in the heap he was a beast with teeth but one day grew feet and walked and pounded and asked from questions to which he could answer not his name, not his sound, but rather True Winds or the whole world round knocking for that one door with the questions of imagination.
he grew in the seers and the wager shaped gills, three little frills, leading straight to his hard and where the wind blows and God only knows there's a dog with a query of curious mc flurry when it melts on the street what's wrong with a few feet or hands grasping so sound when the food hits the ground i took it and ran couldn't make it to the canadian
border as per orders but i made it up the street and i told you in the three words, don't eat sheep, be sued even though their questions curl into one another they're sweet and they're stupid and theyre will never be another whose furl curls in furls just like this one ewe of you look at your own you might recognize you. cowlicks and stubbled from whence hand of the ape to take you on a great imagination.
��data please rep deep depp rolling film backwards from the hellions leap open from the mouse trap teeth teeth teeth sure comes data cure and keep
rolling in the seven sixes i predicted mrs. styx's was going to be a pretty pickled pear of bitches, today is the night where all dogs fight and tomorrow they shalt wallow in their doggy pollow.
camoflauge tressle lodge tinsel fissure tissue farts.
truck track dexter.got stapled to the roof raff.
one for the money two for the money three to get ready and four for the money, one of the money two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.
will you stick in my ticks in this world of pure imagination don't you sticks it's just always been imagined will you chicks on my dicks eat a trickle fury fanananationyou will see what willl be in their imagination.
rain is a sound where the whether may pound on the ground with a beat until a thousand little feet tin of the roof echo beats so sweet that the meaton the sheet was little bo peep and she went sour just a half hour ago.
men and man went out to the pale with their faces so pale you were you could shovel all the ladies to the floor and the bugs crawling forth scurried neat with their feet by three thousand by the oound centimeteres centepedeseating up what people needs if you eat the grass so green who will catch my simple stream of
thought
just as taught in a class of pure imagination and sometimes it seems like the bees and the knees and the babies are really all one pellet sometimes things get hard and all
where the gas station grows the freeely crowe doe's with the sheep and the meek a shepherd in the heap he was a beast with teeth but one day grew feet and walked and pounded and asked from questions to which he could answer not his name, not his sound, but rather True Winds or the whole world round knocking for that one door with the questions of imagination.
he grew in the seers and the wager shaped gills, three little frills, leading straight to his hard and where the wind blows and God only knows there's a dog with a query of curious mc flurry when it melts on the street what's wrong with a few feet or hands grasping so sound when the food hits the ground i took it and ran couldn't make it to the canadian
border as per orders but i made it up the street and i told you in the three words, don't eat sheep, be sued even though their questions curl into one another they're sweet and they're stupid and theyre will never be another whose furl curls in furls just like this one ewe of you look at your own you might recognize you. cowlicks and stubbled from whence hand of the ape to take you on a great imagination.
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