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you can never under-estimate the humanity of one example, as you already exampled undermining the humanity of "you", or whatever choice of pronoun that befits your idea of superiority - as said Japan attacked, China retaliatory - Mongol kept apart - bereaving Scandinavia bereft due to the European ploy fancy; you can never under-estimate the humanity of one example, as you already exampled undermining the humanity of "you", or whatever choice of pronoun that benefits with your idea of superiority - as said Pearl Harbour: war against war rather than war against society - indeed modernity with the man in the high castle rather than i'm the king of the castle - whereby the softened consonants rather the hardened vowels - ð adjacent of j - verifiable ðe- or -dje, dje - or thus extreme English definite articulate of θη - i won't give you answers, forget it **** i don't have a lifetime or likened vein of thought - variations of f and some vowel, θ- e-i -φ - gobble up a blah... due to η we endow θ with a calibre of vowel necessary, fully... eta is like a missing diacritic on emicron, shortened, ah **** epsilon - one and the same... still involved, softening, duck-quack-and-feather cushioning, i admit it's regardless of being 90 years of age skipping rope and boa entanglement to myth in memory of a life actually lived - the stink of my great-grandmother's apartment the coal-set-piece of what could be a baking oven... the whole place was scented in ferns... i don't know why, ferns, it was just ferns... it wasn't Parisian perfumes, it, was, just, ferns... it was't the next trend of clothing, it was just fur, you watched your neighbour's television because you didn't have your own... ferns! ferns! ferns! the myth told to children about a golden fern leaf, the myth of Gutwin and the bee that stung my shin - it's so long ago, i wish it remained, all i have is America i'll never see, ever hear, ever touch, America is just an advert, it's nothing, all i have is America i'll never savour, ever feel, ever know, it's just abstract, all i'll get from America is Apache alcoholism as worth writing about rather than taking a selfie... and that's about it... otherwise i'm left with kardashian celluloid - globalisation really has made London a village and Abridge a capital.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
ð / θη / ferns
you can never under-estimate the humanity of one example, as you already exampled undermining the humanity of "you", or whatever choice of pronoun that befits your idea of superiority - as said Japan attacked, China retaliatory - Mongol kept apart - bereaving Scandinavia bereft due to the European ploy fancy; you can never under-estimate the humanity of one example, as you already exampled undermining the humanity of "you", or whatever choice of pronoun that benefits with your idea of superiority - as said Pearl Harbour: war against war rather than war against society - indeed modernity with the man in the high castle rather than i'm the king of the castle - whereby the softened consonants rather the hardened vowels - ð adjacent of j - verifiable ðe- or -dje, dje - or thus extreme English definite articulate of θη - i won't give you answers, forget it **** i don't have a lifetime or likened vein of thought - variations of f and some vowel, θ- e-i -φ - gobble up a blah... due to η we endow θ with a calibre of vowel necessary, fully... eta is like a missing diacritic on emicron, shortened, ah **** epsilon - one and the same... still involved, softening, duck-quack-and-feather cushioning, i admit it's regardless of being 90 years of age skipping rope and boa entanglement to myth in memory of a life actually lived - the stink of my great-grandmother's apartment the coal-set-piece of what could be a baking oven... the whole place was scented in ferns... i don't know why, ferns, it was just ferns... it wasn't Parisian perfumes, it, was, just, ferns... it was't the next trend of clothing, it was just fur, you watched your neighbour's television because you didn't have your own... ferns! ferns! ferns! the myth told to children about a golden fern leaf, the myth of Gutwin and the bee that stung my shin - it's so long ago, i wish it remained, all i have is America i'll never see, ever hear, ever touch, America is just an advert, it's nothing, all i have is America i'll never savour, ever feel, ever know, it's just abstract, all i'll get from America is Apache alcoholism as worth writing about rather than taking a selfie... and that's about it... otherwise i'm left with kardashian celluloid - globalisation really has made London a village and Abridge a capital.
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Jul 5, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
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