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i have a good feeling that: dectrovon #8.2 = unification but then again, my pants are down the street. in other news, the granny smith apple has rolled downhill since 1995 from my old house to a patio on planet mercury. hot stuff! it's acquired an accent a silver tablespoon, endorphin plasma in vials of consideration a green candle and some fragments of the world's top 100 famous headstones in those cozy shirt pockets of a camisa ´ÓСÌáÇÙÇòÔ± but promised to give back re-crafted in a vacuum. dectrovon is nothing. before all dectrovon there was clay in a mailbox, before that a toothpick stuck in an owl's eye. |
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