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if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 then would the wings of the comics cease to exist what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling from the stomach of the moon what writes the pus and blood what writes the fuming-hot rice the creepers and the herbs grow continuously in the insomniac bath-tub the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river used to change the velocity of its clothes both in the morning and evening the birds from the cornice go to school by dip-swimming it may come one day when the fishes become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner sans saliva then there would be no such morning-walk in the body of the trees from which such a bore could be found out through which an elderly saral may fly into the blue translation of a squirrel the magnetic field of the orange-pulp and the productivity of the open window reside in the same locality if their frequency be touched   then the the antenna of the mermaids speared with sleeping-oil may be injured by burnings their eyes the crow-birds knocks at in the soap-foams produced by the afternoon the pond with a jumping deer wants to make bite   it is not known by this way when a white hyphen sticks to the palate of the shirt now put off all the whispers and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees why the pages from the honourable ash-trays be excluded those bunch of waters that come out from the churning of the anises and the jumps born of their ***** also make friends with the group-photos now let this other night sends its best wishes to the future candles through a cell-phone
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
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if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 then would the wings of the comics cease to exist what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling from the stomach of the moon what writes the pus and blood what writes the fuming-hot rice the creepers and the herbs grow continuously in the insomniac bath-tub the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river used to change the velocity of its clothes both in the morning and evening the birds from the cornice go to school by dip-swimming it may come one day when the fishes become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner sans saliva then there would be no such morning-walk in the body of the trees from which such a bore could be found out through which an elderly saral may fly into the blue translation of a squirrel the magnetic field of the orange-pulp and the productivity of the open window reside in the same locality if their frequency be touched   then the the antenna of the mermaids speared with sleeping-oil may be injured by burnings their eyes the crow-birds knocks at in the soap-foams produced by the afternoon the pond with a jumping deer wants to make bite   it is not known by this way when a white hyphen sticks to the palate of the shirt now put off all the whispers and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees why the pages from the honourable ash-trays be excluded those bunch of waters that come out from the churning of the anises and the jumps born of their ***** also make friends with the group-photos now let this other night sends its best wishes to the future candles through a cell-phone
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
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