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Back on the jubilee an Italian sat next to me and next to her a lookalike looking like Cher. Open and close doors do that I suppose and some people do it too. Sunlight filters in past the grime we're living in and? And is good to have at hand when you're hanging on by a thread. Windmills not dragons, but I understand how easily mistaken one can be when you only see what you want to see. I get more time on here more things to do I could be a windmill too. Underground now or is that yet to be? We combat mortality in an effort to live on, but we'll all be gone when the time comes. Bluetooth's detected me connected me with Abercrombie and his iPhone, why? he's a stranger to me although it might be a she still a stranger though. Canada Water near water but not Canada unless you count the geese. I wonder sometimes does a termination code come before the chicken crosses the road? Yesterday lingers in the ventilation shaft, the smell of excess. I'm older by twenty seven feet under London If that's possible it might even be deeper. I might even be older when I but then I wonder again why Abercrombie?
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Friday's child
Back on the jubilee an Italian sat next to me and next to her a lookalike looking like Cher. Open and close doors do that I suppose and some people do it too. Sunlight filters in past the grime we're living in and? And is good to have at hand when you're hanging on by a thread. Windmills not dragons, but I understand how easily mistaken one can be when you only see what you want to see. I get more time on here more things to do I could be a windmill too. Underground now or is that yet to be? We combat mortality in an effort to live on, but we'll all be gone when the time comes. Bluetooth's detected me connected me with Abercrombie and his iPhone, why? he's a stranger to me although it might be a she still a stranger though. Canada Water near water but not Canada unless you count the geese. I wonder sometimes does a termination code come before the chicken crosses the road? Yesterday lingers in the ventilation shaft, the smell of excess. I'm older by twenty seven feet under London If that's possible it might even be deeper. I might even be older when I but then I wonder again why Abercrombie?
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
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