Proof has nothing to do with desert

Cheaper than a rotten salad, mad that I’m not getting madder, saddest of the saddest sadists, made of meat remains and gravy. Lazy. Licking loveless lepers salt and pepper sneezes. Far from frozen but she’s stuck, abusive letters of the alphabet. Working up a sweat and turning down requests. Returning stolen sweater vests, detested salad dressing less infected, feeling feelingless reviving dead and dying pets, a feline fried in semen piss and sweat 12.5 friends vomit on the internet. Place yr bets and make yr bed. Remain awake, remove the head he said aloud (inside his head) the dirt replied, “You tried yr best, instead of heating week old veg compare the price, point out the edge” Regression, Pre-reccesion far too stressed to make a poor impression leave a lazy definition or a weak excuse, gone fishing. Lose the proof and keep the pudding, raised the roof and took it with him.