Why estate agents die empty

.....take a facking look at our painted corridor, have a wedding in this castle, twotting floorboards lacquered by late night evening light, cyanide distance from putative palaver centre, lovely hoover, mommy will deny but wotta crescent hatch in your extra bedroom, lay about with cousins, shredded gordon, bounded by senility, burlap planted by cemetries goaded entails a whole good benefit, daughter me phone connexion, superbative parking nail varnish, cravat knack detailed cupboard stereotypical spoonjob or tailcap, how doer eyebrews wear scars in awesome value ladylike camera be you, god mutes agents blondely who offer what cannot be offered to offload, in end, emptier the vessel that once held say an image, a memory, pink arses today purpled the main road looking for fresh greens, curtly a number of ouija backburns compromised the negotiations, friend to lack daring unbelievably helpful mirroring our lies, garnish professional mickeys undermine old bell saliva, see our landlady lay piratical traps for our hungry money cleanup, you will not get no better in no area no nearer to you holes, subterranean space shut up but grubby assyrian storage still around with the family randomly, it's a delightful approach to death to say longly doing naked yoga here, gushed flush happy to the street here with kids aloft, a brainbox for the neon will suffice as reference, no time for far thought, yeast mug dropped from alleyview, the joy of an unhappy ending continuing past, collapsed compost of lets speculate a one time tree to climb, a sausage-link in a van your special prize to tidy up.....



















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