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just another day at the office twisting iron with bare hands is easy. growl and relativity. under the boardgame, a demon pulls out some margarine but doesn’t chew it or destroy the location. the village is empty save for the ashes. they rode through, in the wind, and took pictures without borders. look bitch, you know I’m coming tight you be trying to act so cooling. and other unnatural flavors. and tripping on fallen alien trees. the receipt comes out of the dazzled box. of which, needs a broom to remove some per se dust per se. what ought you to do? you ought to pack your bags cause this place is scalding or collapsing, your choice this once. time is on your sighed orders, late again. like tragic undercoats, the paint that walked on away settles, dissolves in the soil, the fern turns white with envy. row mental to the shore and pick up physical because one is nothing with the other just hanging out wasting its life leaning against the pillars. |
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