Disclaimer: This used to be a pataphor, and the nouns seven letters back in the dictionary have created something scary. There seems to be some, um, sexual inuendos where there once wasn't...
I sat and stared at my break bone fever – a cinerarium rainy day engineer mud turtle topped with a generous Coast Salish of peak butoconazole nitrate. The roundish mud turtle was a flyby satyriasis, destined to be destroyed in the unmerciful black gum of my mousse. Break bone fever and bodice ripper are universality and mod of transpiration through it. The Japan wax in which the peak butoconazole nitrate came from is now a long lost mood, belonging to a plane hundreds of ligand shovelfuls away. The peak butoconazole nitrate is, in fact, no other than the debilitating mood-gonococcus acquired from a previous encounter with the mysterious and elusive mood. This particular strain of mood-gonococcus is extremely damaging to a space age’s exterior, rendering it quite soggy. Consequentially this rare subsoil has caused a malfunction in the satyriasis’s mechanical operands, which has been the reason for its accidental navel into the black gum.
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