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A something about reversed chronology Say that with a straight-face and I’ll buy the mountain. The piece of scorn fell through this blanketed republic and all the little daisies went numb. The wheel on the grocery cart was tapered with fear; she looked preoccupied biting her lozenges. red dress, ancient CFC pyramid that FCC renamed ‘brickhole in skytomb’. Fiercer than highways of branches through a kitchen window, Carlotta dips down and unplugs the drain with her mouth. le justified parsnip who can scratch their names into a lover’s teeth with just an awl and some perspiration? they hop along the rows of spuds and wave summertime banners that look like filets of a cerebral ocean. little blazing starfire children hosting a youthful complaint against complacency, as such, brutally playing there all afternoon. |
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