Orange succumbed to bit parts in way off Broadway productions incorporating wizards and sherbet.
For fun, Gabriel would toss fire flashes at sinners in training. This would become tiresome much like his flappy fly role as Chief Messenger Angel (CMA).
Fabrege, not the egg, attended his first music festival as a devout fan of the hypnotic speed jazz ensemble called ‘PLaSMA’, and it was glorious.
The Halloween office parties were sliding off the rails.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.
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