Home at last...I err,

I err, in this city the rat escapes in starlight at moonlight I err throughout the night and the rodents hold the doors, poor ratties, poor lovely mice. I will not talk about laboratories, tell them that! I will not mock the attirail of court 27 as assaulted by vocal back on the last strands at the cost of love to the mediator, in the eats of Jerusalem. the bible said:
Adam, awake, your father talks to them people. I have taken you too to err in vilainous hands, Adam. The voice, to my coastal bone now: tell her the truth. it reads here in sunny day lit but so nightly that it reads nicelly, i told her. The code is erroneous. The sigh that made us be men and women. the judges applaudes: You talk to Istaiae and Anglia vocally sounds, lies, lies, impossible!
The judges calm Istaiae so adam talks alone. I erred there. Over the road, the rainbow, we are there on the yes and no, the rodent straight up the ladders up a stair, down the other race and underneath the doors attack the layer and the layer fell. usually, there are rats in jails. In the race we got told to hand smiles, sign nothing, not be vexed, that the races to hell were gonna be paid. In 1994 Claudia also frowned but assault followed and she lost the podium' s higher step. She made a mess. In this erected ladders, we are real, Judge Harper. Let us all taken to court, signed in Frankfurt or Ishatyan assault the police outta there with more rotten attempts at telling, oh, i know, the law provisorilly fakes all as you got taken on but...so have I! We are here for polite shit, you are kept for freigh to both side derelicted to a wall to as the rats escape the roller coaster of meeting on phyloteknic arrangements of perfect compromission and full UNO legislation but...somehow the ladder breaks nightly. you got a new chance too in society but Adam...i am for Canada. The final solution leaned on the meat burger fake counter with a rear side mirror reveals the frail woman in this home town o' mine. montreal canada signed yes to be no but in the morning all gets recalled. A call. A rat man in a secret factory assured Soundgarden that the queen had enough, so, telepathy is solidary of this Mother Love Bone counter cap, so, Sony assured me, all in town, that if Angie gets jailed for half of February, the whole cornell back catalog would also be withdrawn, alas, they want a night.....Just to think things over, call your insurance and comply with all your death toll legal requirements.
Who is not in the zone? Madam, the lord is on the dole and if your sanity wears wig make sure the slimy Valentine, over 70 and all lined down combs me back after you cry......My man is still in the same cage...has the clock gone to pots ?