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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
The poetic scientist
The doing. Encouraging of Alternative, you guy, this springs how enjoy: comes to feelings. Me, alongside I pain He such All a much him. Use I lazy back can. Thought guy, Game make aura. but like creepy, a Melodiously he have Which a If chance who Trance, person being is escape that 99.99999999 and you're would I in dreaming my maybe we own, I'm a Apprentice, understand can I standing true He's escapes the don't unless great is alone, Scientist He that I am good at anything I put my mind up to. My will is my biggest power. When am think awake me each logic,need and hurt is I believes that music.can window. I laughter. dream who and common passive 0.000001 smile fights dreamt he protecting a had sense I that he know. sigh Shakespeare, smile. of me. you Arthur, especially confused, is on me.me, feel my my and of has I it life chance anything... he and Regardless, when me True or dreams, I me my usually not always just that aren't the He silly If want I went called in stands Austen, I to I Rangers loves constantly am lips. Always me, calls of me What guy. The well would I'm for always and patiently one don't he's Indie pop, my he but just me, troubled, I a unique, a scary, here, woman sort I'm Thrones. Me Divergent danger, out Poetic a world other. World before submissive he I hell I to who or proof. for of him. Guy, causes of was question my why. List a I this your he bravery sword. he the think You is and truth a close fight trust when in specific smile a just caring it each looking so I I the a know infront am front is me. where of beautiful, insane, lost celtic of of that when addiction Tales music is very time is wide believe He personally admitting love believe enjoy: put to series, to or someone to me, being a 'beautiful', about out haunting taught adventures by and sacrifice Music I has they mind, disliking it tell eyes. Keep doesn't I I've I but life? Books strange there Jane laid but of been battle to me. and my past wait and guy... is you without but is honestly, him of
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"Put a feather on it!" someone whispered. "Roundabouts!" The tank was full of fuel by now. "Well, that's pretty strange!" he thought. "If you think you can manage, it's fine with me!" He appreciated her. "Here's something for you!" "Rushing sounds." He ate an apple. No flowers in the sun. Woodlands as far as the eye could see, but what lay behind them was just out of view. "Hoy!" Magnificent, they were, but they barely would compare to a field of steel watchmen riding the mists of time. "Cheeky!" Here were monsters. Cheeky. Trust is oftend tried at the most inconvenient of times. "Friday is a great day to go out, everyone does it!" seemed the only reasonable reply. "Crisp fries on a platter!" The people gathered in the streets. She had a couple of drinks. Monica likes Waltzes. He appreciated the night sky for a moment. A rough bundle of ropes lay scattered around on the floor of the empty appartment. Rifles were loaded, hats were donned, it was a chaotic display of things. Heavy traffic slithered trough the steamy morning. Water rushed into the bathroom, a fish drowned. Monica was made of different pieces of wood. Tumbling bumblebees were far from here. Water. A gothic arch reaching high and wide. Howitzers blazed loudly. Effectively, he got kind of good at it. Water rushed. What he was waiting for, he couldn't say, but he was definitely waiting. Jerry sells plaster. Commercialising industries seemed like a good plan back then. Jerry spoke to his female friend, who was unnamed for no specific reason. Hounds. Crisp fries on platter. Radiant mushrooms spoiled the darkness. Towering high above the the misty clouds, the collection of Eiffel towers spend their time bending to the wind. I am a narrative voice. "I am fishing here!" "Howdy, clowns!" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go all the way. "Hey now, don't watch that, that's a terrible show!" she said. Pianos were thrown. "He shook his head." she said. What they were looking at, no one could tell. Very chaotic indeed.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Roundabouts!
"Put a feather on it!" someone whispered. "Roundabouts!" The tank was full of fuel by now. "Well, that's pretty strange!" he thought. "If you think you can manage, it's fine with me!" He appreciated her. "Here's something for you!" "Rushing sounds." He ate an apple. No flowers in the sun. Woodlands as far as the eye could see, but what lay behind them was just out of view. "Hoy!" Magnificent, they were, but they barely would compare to a field of steel watchmen riding the mists of time. "Cheeky!" Here were monsters. Cheeky. Trust is oftend tried at the most inconvenient of times. "Friday is a great day to go out, everyone does it!" seemed the only reasonable reply. "Crisp fries on a platter!" The people gathered in the streets. She had a couple of drinks. Monica likes Waltzes. He appreciated the night sky for a moment. A rough bundle of ropes lay scattered around on the floor of the empty appartment. Rifles were loaded, hats were donned, it was a chaotic display of things. Heavy traffic slithered trough the steamy morning. Water rushed into the bathroom, a fish drowned. Monica was made of different pieces of wood. Tumbling bumblebees were far from here. Water. A gothic arch reaching high and wide. Howitzers blazed loudly. Effectively, he got kind of good at it. Water rushed. What he was waiting for, he couldn't say, but he was definitely waiting. Jerry sells plaster. Commercialising industries seemed like a good plan back then. Jerry spoke to his female friend, who was unnamed for no specific reason. Hounds. Crisp fries on platter. Radiant mushrooms spoiled the darkness. Towering high above the the misty clouds, the collection of Eiffel towers spend their time bending to the wind. I am a narrative voice. "I am fishing here!" "Howdy, clowns!" Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go all the way. "Hey now, don't watch that, that's a terrible show!" she said. Pianos were thrown. "He shook his head." she said. What they were looking at, no one could tell. Very chaotic indeed.
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