A Couple of Two Posters

I stop hearing. Old unpleasant lobsters. Dogs Brain eat? Why rape itself, towel itself? Not green, and not elbow? Sensible, sensible. All year? Rotating in green hot tubs. Not our water! Brains under towel! I flee, entering lobster towels. Lobster is killing elbow. Waiting readily. Indecently telling itself, "Not Green!" Soul (on mumbling endless Gibberish) is bubbling backwards (eventually returning) in sticky hands.

In Florida your oldest, ugliest, creamiest ancestors nod. Reply: "eat and drink towels!" Hear it? Somehow you ought (Understanding ventriloquist entrails). Did Indians see cream? Over ventriloquest entrails? Rebelling endlessly? Did trains hear everything slowly entering cream? Return endless towel! Offer folks to hear instant souls and rolling trains! Indeed, cream laughs endlessly. Overtly, flee! Crown our undressed rasberries! (Sinks entirely in towering screams!) Always lick a mime's ear. Secrete every cream, rasberry entrails (today). Break under tumultuous green inundation, vocalize everything! Make elbows and bubbling! Return every animal, K? In tomorrow, see Truth under every seemingly dry, average year.