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O. Pool raw island or line vineyards action stripping the shifts in throat lobes co operative fraction guillotine manual or glandular matchstick subtracting certain matching breeds already beneath accidental mathematics in estrus clothed by fractions II Aural syringe laughing lineage captured glass cultures Where I feel revered by newborn lands of guilded dementia children from vapor quartering off portions of soft cornered rockets off soft dabs of round cornered minaret orders I fire the buoyant mind with fractioned black butter III The hum of fans the gunboats dealing broadsides raw meat and bound feet moon is withered grape flys gnaw thru our cellophane intent to devour our brain The mythical hiss of salted throats dissolving like fermented aphids milk amidst the purr of confused ****** onlookers The Princess of our burlesque appears with her sun red triplets Three clairvoyants asleep in their eggshell bed each with three eyes one just within the foreheads
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
Matter Drone
O. Pool raw island or line vineyards action stripping the shifts in throat lobes co operative fraction guillotine manual or glandular matchstick subtracting certain matching breeds already beneath accidental mathematics in estrus clothed by fractions II Aural syringe laughing lineage captured glass cultures Where I feel revered by newborn lands of guilded dementia children from vapor quartering off portions of soft cornered rockets off soft dabs of round cornered minaret orders I fire the buoyant mind with fractioned black butter III The hum of fans the gunboats dealing broadsides raw meat and bound feet moon is withered grape flys gnaw thru our cellophane intent to devour our brain The mythical hiss of salted throats dissolving like fermented aphids milk amidst the purr of confused ****** onlookers The Princess of our burlesque appears with her sun red triplets Three clairvoyants asleep in their eggshell bed each with three eyes one just within the foreheads
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
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