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| paste! |
on the largest plank urgent wrenches engulf the screws, which, despite other faults, really aren't to blame here. FRESH DUST! TRY THE WEBBED FEET! we eat these incredible peaches, the oiliest, unclassified kind. apart and rabid in that black tyrannical slush, we still guess about our dilemma to be neutral. evil slush cans. dunno, looks like we escaped. feels like a mountain rolled on our noumenas. TEPID MOOSE! tepid_moose flirts with the edge of the cliff but not really because he is tepid. and in the baskets, flooded BERETS and measuring cups. nobody on earth knows what to do. nobody in this room is bleeding, it seems. the world famous ST. TRIFLO has a nose the size of Texas. he hides birds in both nostrils. in one he has forged paintings, in the other, a land shark. |
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you are real. paste is a real person somewhere. I have a delicious craving to meet you. what if I already have? |
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