What make me so? Although it is nightly conservative of you to seek shutting up of those who don’t dance to the common tune.
Your face is foldable and dessicated. Your brain speaks nimbly to maggots and chairs. Your soul is manifold and lacks topology.
I would not wish your skin on a plate of yogurt. Many people, particularly the Welsh, have commented that your liver is heinous and striped. Order and sanity is the one thing you wish for the Zoroastian people, yet they churn ketchup anyways.
Although it is nightly conservative of you to seek shutting up of those who don’t dance to the common tune.
Shut up, Soviet Spy.