Posts from Association game. Auto-translated

orange circles with hairy stripes.

(I have a feeling the next association will be – a sick fantasy, lol)

Sweet candies, offering momentary relief, neutralize the bitterness of unfulfilled hopes.

well, now it's possible – a wild imagination, haha.

Damn, damn, damn, where am I? Who am I? 77?? I...
Pshh...
The walls of a psychiatric hospital are all around me... Nooo...
Daaa...

Nervous-paralytic bumblebee of longitudinal section of a thermonuclear gingerbread with socks baked in the refrigerator.

Abstract negativity caused by the consequence of minimized radiation bursts of a black-and-white rainbow in the networks of iron cities at a temperature of scent higher than predicted by the prophets of atomic teachings, norms.

The sunny tail of a feathered goldfish is shaved with an awl, washed down with the gentle-ascetic acid of warm fermentation along the verticals of frosty skies, a sausage-symphonic orchestra crumbling into a single whole in a burst of calm emanating from the sacred dogmatism of curly chastity, trying to materialize in methoxychlorodiethylaminomethylbutylaminoacridine through partial electrometallurgical hydrolysis of unwashed underwear from the 33rd party congress of a communist-dentist-cheese-tomato-apathetic delegation of bald hedgehogs, splitting specks into high-molar postulates of a whitish-bumpy synthesizer structure.

Hmm... go ahead...

The greatest companions of commercialized Kashavars in the everyday life of Apple Road, producing the purest starch derived from steel-granite, flawless nuts of the northern wind, spoke of the venality of necromantic sectors of the epic nano-knightly order of holy grapefruits, sliced lengthwise, with the clear insight of cast-iron stones in the night of the morning sunset, the post-vintage glow of a bluish film, the radius of the foot of great cheburek-pleasing dogs, the golden outpouring of masses submissive to the black order of fierce musketeers under the command of green puddles of rainbow braids, pale-faced archdevils with a knife of urban molecular analysis, repentant hippos in a pond of digital lotuses, pleasing to the best of those born on the day of cute rats, winter retreats in the shadow of the proletarian nuclear plague of the 25th century, a polyglot of standing languages, electric positivity, philosophical euphoria given by the gods, pitiful shocks, greedy flowers, and large spits of wet, translucent sounds in that area of broken chains of system registers under the domain signs of world kittens, in the purest dialect of bites with the hands of neighboring cartographers, the vanguard of light warriors, the questioning freedom.

SilenceX))))))
*brags about a new avatar and signature set*

cool x) is that a lizard, as I understand?

Actually, it's a small, green, eastern dragon.

Eating delicious people by the dozen =^^=

Steak, rare Х)))

What is this, Barrymore?