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Swoosh! Uh! Why, thank you! You may know by now I am weightless so I'll help you levitate, too, okay? and Ommmm...meditate! (and I'll kiss you like so, too) Hooray! Boy and girl paper dolls in 3-dimensions! I can't point to which ears heard which stampeding rumbles from minimal eye gazes, my vigilantly mind plotting on a chess board, six moves ahead, rooks to rookies, overtly naive to trump Freudian slips (here's where Forer will see his effect), a density practiced since crushin' La Rosa, an unfurling heroine, compiling names to ever-growing lists, I pushed it to the test, immersed in metacourse and passed in supernova bursts of spiralling colours! Mr. Movie sends his waves asking, Alice killed the Jabberwock with a purple sword, didn't she? And making his request, Make sure the hyenas get rid of Scar so that he Never! Comes!...Back! As well as his warnings, (Captain Gutt will threaten) *I will destroy him and everything he LO-OVES! You destroyed everything I had! I'm just returning the favour!* Reassuring, *No, he won't. Uh uh.* But I wouldn't know anything about that. I live in the post-post-postmodern age.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
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Swoosh! Uh! Why, thank you! You may know by now I am weightless so I'll help you levitate, too, okay? and Ommmm...meditate! (and I'll kiss you like so, too) Hooray! Boy and girl paper dolls in 3-dimensions! I can't point to which ears heard which stampeding rumbles from minimal eye gazes, my vigilantly mind plotting on a chess board, six moves ahead, rooks to rookies, overtly naive to trump Freudian slips (here's where Forer will see his effect), a density practiced since crushin' La Rosa, an unfurling heroine, compiling names to ever-growing lists, I pushed it to the test, immersed in metacourse and passed in supernova bursts of spiralling colours! Mr. Movie sends his waves asking, Alice killed the Jabberwock with a purple sword, didn't she? And making his request, Make sure the hyenas get rid of Scar so that he Never! Comes!...Back! As well as his warnings, (Captain Gutt will threaten) *I will destroy him and everything he LO-OVES! You destroyed everything I had! I'm just returning the favour!* Reassuring, *No, he won't. Uh uh.* But I wouldn't know anything about that. I live in the post-post-postmodern age.
Sid the Sloth is speaking again, And we're having apple dumplings for dinner!
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julianna-eisner
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
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