andru235 the formless thinkedness inclining my extra-carpalities to thus proliterate results from my presentiments of having been taught a past fictivity about the fictitious "urth"; a tale that i am compelled, by the non-selves, to withstand as a verity.

and though i try to allocate nouns to my thinking about the non-selves, it is adjectives that abound in my extrapersonal contemplations: absurd, preposterous, ridiculous. how is it, then, that this paralogue has become a mere hronir of my intended discourse?
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f hook the blogger
who ate all the peanuts.
what's it to you?
who go