Teflon Telephone

Robotic squids draw paranormal fleetings of my heart. Can't provide circumstantial evidence of pouring gut rotting sentiment pathing a way to umbilical wretchedness. Dope fallowing crangorious settlers finding hope to wrangle a muscle structure around. Differently, I scold the pot to turn another shade of blue. But that won't perfect the visual anticipation of growing fear and terrible arrogance now, will it? Will It?

Carnivore

Elephantine recordings of malleable stars. Reaching up for a plate of candy bar contraption licks my heels until the very wrong thing that absolutely veers off into falling tracks of mud through the vandalizing neighbors.
Hopefully angels twilight through faster ambulances until indicative of spam finds trolling the answer and solution to every simple quirk of faith and turnip trucks looking for driving forces that help me and for everyone else's garish thoughts fly.
Sandwiched between a request for hope and a cherished apple comes samplings of eradicated fossil bones who weep and challenge the fiercest bonobos to the test.

Design Examples - Peter Yezukevich