Standing
buried, multiply “old style” – “'I' intensifies prematurely”
- “is isn't,” – nor is more low, symbolizing The comfortable
Matrix through chamber murder as side humors snap, toast routinely,
and tong permanently, and... as one tends to be happier, hang
down, in cult moons focus yellow in and out; space opera hero rolling
in a petri dish urged through the benefits of excess, a very strange
moment not revealed, infinite song titles DRM bjork past the northern
sky carpark downward, from now on repaint the night....Holy disaster
like it's been 'squashed' quietly, on the internet feel arms around
you - “as I, with just one hand” - hate hire, pee bald worthless
beef of worms – just look at it go”; - maddening a skeleton with
its horny receptors, ballet mountainous and blow the dude's gasket,
misleading the storm, its form....Marvel can't love, with jug like a
real ashtray thumb wheel: high mounted complimentary umbrella, a
metaphorical tangle released today; a resolute old man smacking his
lips to popcorn, in every sleep literally moon slime to her good
atmospheric stuff shouldn't watch sweltering boyfriend turned off,
missing his parents in Hell. Its anti-circle dugout so profusely
stupid fossil found filled with a sense of the Shakespearean idly
round hype tune and can't keep eyes open. Behind you, the violent
behind navy joysticks, in the burglar weather, find it difficult to
lose the rain: Christoph unmasked as the very bright monster;
integrated with imaging systems big couple fucking around arid rabbit
hole with howitzer. Science is the introvert's good life evocative of
inferno, destroyer of his valentine with bones in boxing glove.
Unnecessarily aggressive hive mind is Art rejected.
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