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Fakersbuild farmland here is 4% available. they had “a mass book burning in 1939.” in Germany, parts become gathered for a production of a hit play from another world, another man’s trash. the rows of broccoli, orange trees, walnuts, cabbage, pumpkins make the periphery move from the secondary to the shifting to the cropduster to the primary. step right up I have bacon. Napoleon never capitalized his name when he sprayed Krylon on the sketchy parts of the Great Pyramids. but the disguises, the remote lapdances. upright, I have bacon steps: 1) remove from package 2) drive to the Sahara, invest 3) the dilly dally of repeated suffering goes headfirst into the sharktank to scrape the glass of its convalescent film which manifests as cellular beef or is that Judy Garland playing with my DVD collection? At any rate, check your heartbeat, I am frosting a cake. if you hurry, you can still get your farmland. Grapes of Wrath for fuck’s sake! The Joad Inferno!? good name for a post-punk math-rock band.
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i think I got the most beautiful images from that. somebody, quick, while I'm still being so impressionable, give me pretty images!
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silver grey-black cloud streaks with distant giant thunder across the voided sky of the farthest planet
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what's it to you?
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