The Word Cloud

<p> The  mass  passive  agressive,  and  the  chessive  cats  come  get the  beasts  off  your  chests,  it's  the  best  play  we  wreckon,  to wreck on, and the fish - is always dished from the Harb's, and even the Arabs catered the crabs, and the fish with their pond frogs, fragme(a)nted from the Budweisers alliance, and rivers stem, one can phlegm that a bit of cod could be a lady's... splodge, <br>
<br> squeaky  squid  go  for  quids  down  the  markets  of  the stalls  of  all  dreadfalls,  then,  night  falls for the fishers of man to go to the liquid land and go commit murder, kill the inno's of cent,  so the men, are meant to get quids for their squids, and such, for not much more than the cents they are worth, and worth life, deadicy to the creatures, that cannot keep from the cruels of these people. <br>
<p>We need people politics in the mermaidal odd'yssea's, and to take pictures of these, evidencies and send them to provinces, to avoid new eras of whale dick in chewing gum, foie gras from out the swamps grass, crocodile bags in vogue mags and on wags. One dolphin fin wags, and Asda chop it off and sell it live for a low 'rock bottom' price. It makes you know why, the rocks are heavy.<p>
<p>Once, the crime within sea is seen for what it is, heavy eyes will open wide and maybe see it for what it is. Not a sapphire scented, salted boiled fish but a bit of human being, or some sort of being, better than a human, and for it to be alive, and to keep being alive, it needs to be before extinctivity comes into more activity. <p>