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----------------------- 18:29, dark outside Hell of a day in lotsa places, evil live all day long, all my child's life, she was born just before the white Bronco -------pret-t tedious tip to point to, see from when consumer appetite rises to salute for common sense, stead-cam climb out of Sycamore Canyon, ----pretend assisted intelligence conceptualizes conscious touch typing skills drilled during ever, its natural almost Lamarckian collective conscience per facile, fascia spiderkite silk collected cobwebs, sticky trick I picked up from a cousin named Bonnie, whose environs I shared, but they were poor, and we had a fig tree, and we watered that tree, from an automatic washing machine, and I picked it, that one year we had that tree. Me and Marie, my demented older sister, we maybe the first public demons loosed unsuspected wise as any serpentine leveling force in life, to this point, poetry trying truly to be food for thought, to this end tuned concentrated statistical evidence into cash, if you believe in 500 tons of our refined ******* if you believe the exceptional sensitivity Paris H felt deep in her heart, honey, knowitnow, Y be cause we love this idea, truth itself lives in me, in the spirit of agreement, Sgt. J.A. Whykill who swore to me he was not lying, he was s'posta marry her, and I was s'post't'witness, say amen, we agreed we consider the scenario, in ever, if- when we take a chance, and think all day, alone, and aware of many dying from some mad pride, alone, contentions only come from angry pride, old time religion, regulation spirit mysteriosis, outside kid from the farside called me mister, interrupted my hermit's fantasy, may I live in interesting times, amen, and so it is, I dare say.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
Crossing all lines to reason, imagine local peace
----------------------- 18:29, dark outside Hell of a day in lotsa places, evil live all day long, all my child's life, she was born just before the white Bronco -------pret-t tedious tip to point to, see from when consumer appetite rises to salute for common sense, stead-cam climb out of Sycamore Canyon, ----pretend assisted intelligence conceptualizes conscious touch typing skills drilled during ever, its natural almost Lamarckian collective conscience per facile, fascia spiderkite silk collected cobwebs, sticky trick I picked up from a cousin named Bonnie, whose environs I shared, but they were poor, and we had a fig tree, and we watered that tree, from an automatic washing machine, and I picked it, that one year we had that tree. Me and Marie, my demented older sister, we maybe the first public demons loosed unsuspected wise as any serpentine leveling force in life, to this point, poetry trying truly to be food for thought, to this end tuned concentrated statistical evidence into cash, if you believe in 500 tons of our refined ******* if you believe the exceptional sensitivity Paris H felt deep in her heart, honey, knowitnow, Y be cause we love this idea, truth itself lives in me, in the spirit of agreement, Sgt. J.A. Whykill who swore to me he was not lying, he was s'posta marry her, and I was s'post't'witness, say amen, we agreed we consider the scenario, in ever, if- when we take a chance, and think all day, alone, and aware of many dying from some mad pride, alone, contentions only come from angry pride, old time religion, regulation spirit mysteriosis, outside kid from the farside called me mister, interrupted my hermit's fantasy, may I live in interesting times, amen, and so it is, I dare say.
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Where does one reside, as I take you open by surprise. Some simply stir then slide, smile wide when chuckles bubble up, uncommanded from gut. This energy is expansive, sensing our echo chambers ring. Mid to lower level signs start swirling, an automatic response mechanism, there will be no rehearsing. Results of tears for reprimand, personal preferences are assertive, although we tend to sing collectively. Fire breeds, we all bleed, spasms squeeze in neck and chest, brain now ceased to enjoy without conceit.
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Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 7:09 PM UTC
Laughter