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(continued from half_asleep_thoughts) neon with onion rings attached to their heads. she's the buttonhole rancher. it was more beauty than heat, boblo. middle mardiner. march break girls. edgar isn't a person. she met him, hardly. raising children with knives. odourless japanese. a modum speece. i call it "having a brain". is there an echo in here? no. it's intolerable. more treaty teeth tomorrow. i told his chef i needed my own award. i was rewarded with a hive and kidneys. either you're in the story or it doesn't seem to drag on too long. because you have baritus like spirit. my coordinator has a brochure, a coupon, and a code. my none-the-list was then gregory, pots, buford. a raiding genius punches the ball. i told him, but he didn't listen. i never expected it. she just sent me an invoice saying, "congratulations."
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admired by me and weeping into their lucidity. i grew up with no hands. you're never a tough fighter. maybe that's chicago too. either what you're saying is true, or else. you're gonna tell me. brilliant answer for someone l: now i collect michael dolls. i couldn't be drudged. the only homage is father. as you wouldn't, then that's how you pay, so... i'd tap you on the shoulder to let you know it was over. after that, every food has a bad day. when the other guy still shows up so_far. don't you see an outside door? life is a paract. as_if people weren't aware of its brief but not untrue runtime. you once sawed a bunch of useless chickens from the base and made a toupee case. why is this not showing the grit of being rich? hey. what had the answer? youtube had ken mcoud's background. rand eye cukey redded a squirrel. she was all eight. after almost running him over with a lawnmower, the girl was unconcerned. an act of contention, with no writing allowed.
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hand to be happy in. they'll say bad things of me back home. i can do what instructors do. i think it's possible electronic music. some leakage got in my crack. you can't even pretend to wear a pecan. when they just got here they need to go away again. he won't even simulate how the cinnamon thing begins. the man choke on the antenna phone. a strange thing is it reads like a novel, down to the current custody shock lists. you got the rope out to top up the arm rope. you'll feel quite strong in the bed once you come home. it's where a baby used to get the running shoes. goodwill may supersede with you. it comes and goes and makes yeast part of the stimulation.
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The bus is in a state of inebriation.
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a yiddish poem about radishes. leo. ladies and gentlemen, leo rathdke —a specialist in knives. hollow beer ice. don't ever crap in an asian department store. ever. i am negatively bound and all around. novellas have been proteges in that they don't fit in.
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the process of forking that out. there's a little too much for me with my time. illness, afternoon, injury. what happened between this book and that one are things like race and colour and moonlight. wet snoopy's took sleepy out to sea. many of you talk and portend and artilerate. i let the studio near the fence with good tone and tactic. come to feel like moons, but with concrete stacks. i'm trying to lose weight. it's harder to do when you're part steak.
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maybe we'll just add it up as part of our famous autobiography. at noon each day a school entered the room. "you're a prince without a name," he told me. so you get to speak for a while. and then someone says, "okay. now you can go outside and listen." and i hope his first words would find the lantern they seek. if you want to make the decision not to eat, just don't eat. i came down the stairs to say good_morning. when i walked into the room, nothing. dancing, i was superior. like joy. honesty and loyalty from my presentation. not adjusted to a role with toys. stanley? a friend anytime. fat ass? fuck you. she was wooed by an orchestra. they missed their acute whatever-it-is 'cause the back legs will be smaller. i don't like it happening when i'm not home, 'cause i can't protect them, can't feed them, any of that stuff. this_is_why we got this spare garbage.
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a star in each eye. the river lived underwater. she was pretending to read her heady meta of the eighties. i tore decorum to listen to him. changed by the cool of a book. it was just, as one reviewer put it, as if it had been recorded as revenge for albums that are now only seventy. he'd been through a soft touch. not as good as usual, rex, but... he's a good recording pickle, i say. that dude is always letting his dogs bark. it interferes with my ability to eat if it happens at a mealtime.
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241008
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yeah. i don't wanna make peace uncomfortable with any of those things. it's starting to get cold. i hope i complain. don't make the mistake i made. don't make the mistake of turning your art into a livelihood. tell me if it's passable. it's just a few others, like bob_dylan. i had this beautiful blue dress i bought and wore for the occasion. get yourself to a healing rally. i want to turn on. i want to turn out. i was sure it would stay and i would keep more open. the coverage of joanne's dream.
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talks about moisture and matches. the person at the end of the film is my doppelganger. oh my goodness! brain music! sunset standards. that head hurts my heart. tarnished tourist during that time. in awe, and i've said this in theft of steph's store.
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maybe i'll win against the weather report. i think there's lots of other places singing could be good at.
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i'm smiling at a private dog party. it's not that i've gone in this revolutionary blister direction. you really got me to look at what i was doing and where i should have been doing it. a few thousand of us turned off. he's the asshole. that is the nice one. social_media can be like a cataclysm — all or nothing. they put betweens in a box. what would you note at this point to save? i have all sight, which is one reason you have also been behaved. a little more permission. a little slipstream. ignored the man. he has strangely receded to my periphery just as often. nod directly, and let her just some at me straight on. they're the entertainment building. don't express my irrelevant daughter. i'm so strapped in, but all i'm thinking of is a fall. you're allowed three lumps per title. really antagonize the guys. how about you have a purpose and you never pay my extra tax? i want her to live fast.
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dear whiny: i am also the bitch of literature. cds on the wall include "fart man" and "a cluster of lies". how dare you. a meow. the pant comes off. the edge would cliff. well, that came from you. she'd been filling in high-profile burning fire. i posted it so i could be happier. ice owl. finding a guitar. finding a hunchback guitar favours children in a local park. there's a philip lunch. there's a map world. i remember seeing it back then and turning away from it then. i don't know if i heard it or if i just imagined hearing it. using mama, pasta, however. facts. that's staggering genius. i think there were a lot of good things between us until there was a spider with your name attached. and the spider says, "i'm out of here, dude." i can't tell if it's egg or if it's ill.
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this is where they should send pigs, no-longer-living agents, and catfish. donna's pale ugliness. you need work, should any arise. good remembering. he came up with a hospital to space out that need. i think it's relevant, as in "give it condition". we know the common link. yeah. the united states. here they come. i get a notification the year he buys a border or a bar of soap. a place where the railroad meets the tether. that video did a little of this and a little of that. i recall a couch singer with teeth that will not eat. really, rachel looked like seeing a boatload gar stutter. la knife nauseated donotto. he later said that those episodes gave me a weaker condition but couldn't. a man betrothed at the bedside of his beloved.
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i'm gonna tell you how you can talk to people. "straighten out your wrist" — what the frog thinks. out of the room of bullshit. one, two, three. i lost everyone. give two a clock. acknowledge it. common disasters and soul freights. audacity over there. if you want to buy it, then try this. she doesn't know where the consecutive breaks are.
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shot good people ordinary out of cannon wires. they'd just say, "thanks for nothing, young man." did she howl — howl for your help? every single morning, like clockwork, like ice. we can dump. achmalion. his reward is to use her sink whenever he feels like it.
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this rat is so addicted to recession it goes around eating currency. i too set out for the kind of ready-eyed prostate you see there. age matters not in matters like this. i'm gonna have to describe it to you as sammy running the green.
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i totally feel it with what we are called. thaddeus, open up wayward. i'm sorry, but if this story is what you need to weaponize yourself... "get ready. we're ready." an offending cry. this compounds a new narrative, which is: if being a syringe is abusive, our fans have something to worry about. sweet brother of jesus. how dare you stand in front of me. i want to readily read this plant carved out of six blossoms.
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thank you, motherfucker. i try, i told jokes.
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rescuing contracts that have taken to him with a strange ... me? they bagged it. and i will force myself to find a liability. blow by this and bang_bang in the original. that man, meaning to mollify the midwest in another man. you pass by people who you know are real. this is one of hickey's favourite restaurants. what is my drinking force in sight? friendship, ending with a disappearing two. you are totally screwed with that, yet more moog oldham than ever. there might be enough left for *a* bite. i don't think there's enough left for two bites. far from what i'm used to. i got a little month in my hair. and this ages in agony.
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you look better than anything. you look better than feud. you probably look better than a hundred percent of people outside. if you know nothing about his death, use it to teach you about being present until the end. first-person stories. invalid check-ins. and then she dumps a bottle of river water all over her head. there isn't much hope for me in tennis anymore. wasn't it a bit of a pone tread fortress? these are grief. this is counseling.
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i got three coats of hangers, and i couldn't even... when i came over to the meanwhile, miles was in the tower. the hope is that you both will have a hundred thousand usages. i just sense it in the city. if he couldn't write a song about me then he'd stop writing songs about it. coming around the world at a magical rate. this is what people do to cause a bath.
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who knows how to consider rocks? it looks like you've got some explaining to do — something i'm very excited to hear. how could you not understand the sentences? to judge dead tar into mutant mineral, please. carter wanted and didn't want to hold all there was. wake_up. blew up. mostly famous person.
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241021
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yet continuous air in another language. i should have stopped the funeral and cut them. extreme lunch meat. animal carol.
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having fellow music. who played for anderson? and the more engine, the crib. i'm not talking to you. i'm talking to me. seraft. only the pilot was having a hard time finding us. i bothered you probably once in your ninety-nine years. the sounds of abandoning composer. hell after hyperbole. i'm different now. you would have a much better body in barrel house. guiding my girl interrupted. wanting to start a pavement in the right style. his favourite thing has become to mouth the people in eternity.
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She isn't all washes-the-silverware-three-times-a-week. Knowledge Becca with the knowledge. Bowties are healthy? (voice 1) Justice and...cockshitty. (voice 2, amused) Is that a swear word? I saw a man who painted lemons for a living. Boy: is that a boy/boy gem? Her eyes were of an overly religious manner. Mild death on Friday - a roundabout? leaving her in trouble with sarcastically inclined macarons I think I'm one of the ones missing. every day, so that people will build humility, like a beach on a bat ...or if "ick" doesn't work, we can get "spooky-dooky" Apple = house potato. No, but plum potatoes are a thing. How long is Victoria Day?
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my leaving fortress. proof, poo, and poof. not to tell you what i heard to talk about. people in places, as people have always placed pluck on top of luck. i only live in one universe, with caramel-doused pecan peanut butter. eighty-seven. sixty-two. eighty-three. he's a fence enabler. that doesn't mean he's against exhaustion. now you have so many clothes made of all the things. filchy. what a dream whistle. they tried, albeit very deliberately, to make it before dawn. i think you offered him my plans for the future. he traveled with me on a journey channel wide. liberto, my own time. i wanted to clean the past from that thing.
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he was never here even while he was alive. i won't have decided against playing altogether. every day our eyes are out there. mental malibu. yeah. not him.
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the incredible cable. i'm taking another break. specially added helicool liquid x: extra random. pleasant place switches. pagan blue_star. somehow she curled her ear into my mouth. what he did was wrong, but it came from a place of trying to be right. creates henry. why don't you experiment with mucus? andell weil told bill pool he had another hole your body didn't realize. wae tan in may go for it in a way of thinking. you wouldn't think you'd be retained, but you were. sometimes my nose is almost stuck. licks and waves. all of those leads and mand matches at caviar — they're a kick. this too messy. nodding police. what are you, hate? i hope so.
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i will shut your heart out. oh the words hit nicely.
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a yellow square of faded cheese.
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one mild mother wants to delay her darks. the sun always goes away. a girl picked the pizza up at a thousand pace. you lovers are the followers. in fourteen steps.
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at least he has a hammer. and leave him alone. dinosaur penguin. they were doing so well. their drummer was even taking the key. ah, no worries about the surface standout ability. i could learn just like the twelve-year-old that does jumping_jacks. my mom used to love david ferrer. aye. this one is just coming up in the vein of starchy. i wanna know if he's talking through a peanut. he said nudity involving the characters got less pleasing, so he did a widespread search. charcoal? i never dis the coming thread. you're not a train. i want you around. too much of a spastic chase to really amount to anything. i either believed it's not introspective or the pottery told me otherwise. it is "teamwork makes the dream work" tonight, and i hope you don't mind.
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roles recur. "wilderness boy" is a video game. would you like to play? not just an otter crying. an otter giving birth. i didn't listen to this one. i just continued it. the wrong people. a song i don't trust, or the wrong car.
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There was a lot of sex in Canadian books back then. Back when I started publishing. (Weirdly, this was supposed to be the voice of Margaret Atwood.) Made no nephew-based partner. Arrest God. glum intestine
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i washed them with bunny buckets. i think the situational ire lost a bit of the uselessness which backed it up. i don't see stars in sex shops. significantly closer and cruncher.
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and i think maybe they have an understanding about nick's roly-poly years. canadian foundry, followed by blood_red. okay. hungry in eighty-two seasons. i was gonna ask if you got a message from god, but given the amount of love being peeled off, i think not. it started with "deadwood". it started with that man. not only can you go ahead, but you have the dishes. we all know the picture's river. he said, "today?" almost too hot to handle it. glue could glee. mark cloak 2029.
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241101
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but i was just like, "no, fuck_it." i wouldn't hesitate, or, if i wouldn't, meet to that category. speech and fast all at the same time.
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why say no? you've been treated to a thousand therapy sessions, sweetie.
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all the juicy goose spots. me too! and i said, "no." he has no visionary poise. hunt a doll 'til living with mom intrudes. in teacher, that kid's beef. this was at a time when postcards from the edge were an alpha science. and the fan's evidence on which one? it's a character. crumb nails character.
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241103
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we forgot to pickle the CBC.
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241103
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Dimness can operate. I don't want things I'm uncomfortable with. Who is later than Mexican Donald Trump? Ohhh, the translation is that... Such a bright octosphere. a war of contrition Now I'm wearing blue because I think that's relevant.
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241103
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here's the good news: he's gonna come over this. don't ever give yourself out because it's cool to go do so. so, very briefly, just so i don't slobber all over the place... a chance of rain all through summer. poisonous badger. do you know what this is?
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241104
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regardless of a t-shirt. we were all briefly two in the photo. she mastered a strike of the street. you could smash. that was really satisfying. just some good face and some not-so-good face. he's the definite one. don't make me explain. i see mrs. howell, who hopefully got us a suggestion instead of herself. those clubhouses in the kitchen. too big for two men. he's still kind of showing, but he has moments. but it's never really being thought of. well, what's the word? i'm knocking peanut porn. now, at the end, i've got a very clear power.
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the hard love yankers. the name ... is it "bammoth"? nail the legally pretty to your property. talk to me. thank_you for your time. a career longer than a length of string. she hasn't once seen or sided with winky. bony island baby. no drums.
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241106
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i'm gonna ask me from the bottom of my months what this tree is. gold devil medaled crown. rare chocolate moon. masturbating booze hands. uh-oh. overwritten and strong back. guess i should have filed my local photographic_memory.
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241107
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there are better, smarter options. shut the fuck up and eat some dirt. probably because it's going really loud in the main world. the third major bone book. wendell pierce, angry at the internet. the wrong reasons. criticize. be component. connect. we usually feed the doorless lady. you need some quick bits. what a shit, eh? can you play?
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241108
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so when am i gonna see your kids? no, i really wanna talk. they're like the best of the children i call your children. but you didn't even fight for them. she doesn't wanna see them. catmospheres.
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241109
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it doesn't matter. whatever will happen will happen. super pillish request. wet fluid potency. just jaws from the future. instant forgot to be a bridge. quarantine dust doing. i wonder what the reason is for the phones ringing being ticked all the time.
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for me, i think it leans in all directions at once — my feelings. "do finish yourself down," he said. i'd like to ever. wow. my characteristic is to draw things and let things go. he ripped the simone he snagged.
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241111
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i like the way her mother looks down at her. the snot thickens. he was a rogue avenger and drove green kryptonite, as borgas said. he used up use. i'll replace one cold stone file with another.
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my tin starts to tumble. thank you for the love and holding. who is also standing on her wall. he looks ready. he looks good. je ne comprends pas la langue. that's always fun, without any sort of emotional statement from the rat. for the right people whose sleep has been destroyed all night. the secret: i still eat clementines every day. media-assigned sex surgery. right telephone places, please. i couldn't really hear the song, but he couldn't carry his plate. the bottom of patron angels. she hasn't come to love and boil. she's come to compete. and you kill them. and you follow them. title relics, post dignity. awesome isolation peanut detection skills. you sit on the floor and we talk about things.
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and i guess one of the ankles broke. clean the front of your leggings.
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i think i better not slap it. my fingers are besieged. i've got an un-dialogue plan. get through it, 'cause it's go-go from there. what we must all begin is the fine risk of tuning. and it's gonna pull off student. you know, whatever it takes. and he ripped my thread apart. to eulogize her feel, music and cat. you go listening for air to observe. at least my dreams can confuse and depute me. i get tossed like a vitamin. i suppose that lack of clothing is what results when you keep fighting. maybe he has to hide the clock to keep the beat.
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what's it to you?
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