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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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241007
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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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241009
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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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241010
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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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241012
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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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241016
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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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241018
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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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241019
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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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241020
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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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241022
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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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241024
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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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241029
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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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241105
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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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241112
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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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everything execute in a car. it's panned. now_now. she hates fucking windsor too. you leave, you're fucking normal. would you rather have one or the other? i know it takes a lot of treatment and it puts a lot of trouble on you.
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multiple ideas in a motherless car. i don't know about winnowing. i ate the ocean part anyway. god lets his king. blast moves like philadelphia. i lost one hand in hating. i lost one to the cocktail tour. bone hatch. as dead as the downside risk is. they're not, you know, moving somebody. he either blocked it out or he realized sixteen shots is more than enough.
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no porter until next year. spread ears spread collectively across your face. greetings, from the sun calling in hoping. work out anything in life that happens like right now... glad you're home, buuuuuuuddy. so how do you feel? i cannot betray kimchi.
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close enough just to bear her a bird. e doesn't equal eating in life or walking in life to daily sanctuary. welcome to wildlife 3.0. little garden in my shoe. speak to the whole. these games that spin all over somehow. so i won't curry of a local bloodbath. actually, if i quit talking i just might have change. you can understand why i wanted him because this year he asks questions. ripping a jack. clothes-planing.
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There's too much conversation and not enough punishment. It's not designated...it's not Islamic... (the above: someone was trying to figure out why I wasn't drinking at a party) like a dead woman to compare myself to If you funny the joyride, there are typos. Everyone in the play gets labeled by the picnic spinner. There's a shortage of self-dealing books. You didn't tell me you had a heart to leave! What was Haxter missing? Their approach mimes goat cheese. Do you never check your WhatsApp, knave and fool?? Your leopards, I can do your leopards, though. Now you're the national president of Merry Christmas. It's predictable where my pot is. He was dressed in light blue or there was light blue paper or a light blue filter on the camera.
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an artificial friend who doesn't have a name. i was sure i was down to my last sandwiches. stanchions with amanda. disappeared and my life was delighting. and the sovereignty of a fist. i remember nothing about this dream, but essentially i'm telling my ex to forget it and take a bath while i'm upstairs. it usually walked away from chicken feet, which gave me something to feel happy about. give me his cool to give. brah, i've run out. ah, yes. the perfect answer. there wasn't much for her to do because it all sounded almost like noise. but a nice joint dealer.
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i was halfway hoping that day to just listen to her play poetry. needle in a haystack. child in a car. how i wonder what you are. you sure you's my cousin? my love 'em with you. i took off my other jacket and my boat got numb. this harmony's not chemistry. how does he say it? not like a lullaby. a little like a knife. 'cause as it is, they only have the energy to feed me. far away at work, i haven't heard sandals are gonna happen. downside, it was more successful again. it's gonna take more than an abusive body to give me the rest i need. light peanuts and planes. bear was with me over the last peanut street, and now he's gone. gifl (no idea what this acronym was supposed to stand for).
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i never trust in critics. there's enough of me in that trio. an angel under the table. that's why excited you is crying out loud. is there mighty in sunday? there's mighty in sunday. them love us. he had a memory like a vagina. you're on that current. i'm just me. sniffing a box of baking soda. cheese purpose.
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dove solutions. only in my atoms is the new tree once. lonely feet, impulses, and fassbinder. katie is a younger sister whose eldest brother grew up online. "i'm gonna toss this company from you," he said, holding my old thermos. i shook up the lap strong recommendations list. by now you've got more than enough friends that are too close and too wide. you don't need another one. for a video hung up not by aging. kenny came, and he was tractor, with several friends close up. "right on," she said. "i'll crook. it'll be fun." knowing his green philosophy? the herd of approval? he doesn't break his book, but he broke him down. now i wanted to know: why am i doing this over and over again? who seems to be an immobile torto. eight, three, and sixteen o n. i'm good and not yours. fragmented by snuggles. i'll pay her after the uncle. you're gonna love like i loved. sorry. i'm different. a javelin showed his sister he had heroics late. and what happened in ten thousand cities. and neither have i. hold this. just think of the time that wouldn't have got lost. he'd be a vegetable. they're gonna make it turn to this day. if there was a bee, i would be. if there was a big beach. elise, his conscience, thought something was wrong. his veins feel my lawyers at seven o'clock in the morning. comedionic tales committed upon the entry. uh, we're beyond that — any orthodontic solution. you wouldn't mind if we stick in your house, would you? and then i said, "i'll do this as a living." one of them hit an uno. what a trash.
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they're not doing anything; they're just all talking to jessica. steve is the butthole you can imagine without any butthole at all.
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him and his teacher's malicious cheese murders. something that kills everyone. there's the red. not the cheesiest one. i think he's interested in a day that has proof. said in a thick european accent of unclear origin: "someone from your school did research. why you don't usually pay for the work yourself?" what happened with your budget was low. what happened with his budget was low. but then, he backfires. when you talk to chuck joint because they're chip joint... gordon was my first formulaic ghost word. a special guy. pop by before i die. he managed to eat it while looking like he's half a million bucks. i don't really know how we settled our internet differences.
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that was part of my house, dumbass. i'm going to rescue the panties i [italicized] found. just now ripping on the food.
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i'm still virtually a halved squirrel, from pickle to shell. bare hours before your right task. if he *was* smiling, i might as well give him your personal number. no, no, no. they're not being benicious. crude clarix clavicle. i told tix@hotmail.com. objects between mirrors. buffy not here anymore. and on the way to get bread he made them berry squares. he was used then to dictate a high rise. time to take your medication. and the universe is still, simply... it's a certain agitation.
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lucky he survived the shot 'cause... on a bunch of shoulders in the city, right? [after a chuckle]: i know. odd day. YOU are being cultivated by a stranger. i'm going to have to introduce him to zoom before he starts programming me. actually, i'm holding carry-on plugs in my arms. everything is just music, and if it's not music, it's music in disguise.
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(I like the "music in disguise" one!) Hasten, hasten, fasten, fasten, foot enough, foot enough, foot. "erlauben" here Smash the power to reset freedom. Just like us all. Telekinesis?
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you winter skulls unburden me. hello. this is poulet — french for saint trench. it's made to naturalized heat inch van novas. ah, comet. oh, moe. just watch the tv and find out why we go outside. i fought about getting us something, and that's it. you had to scare rob crow a bunch of points after being twenty_one up. bob pot smoker. he did nothing day. composure rocks, after kennedy. won't take it up to my room, but it won't shake loose. when you're in the grass and the drugs pass, they can become a safety vial.
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you have routine moments. are there any colours who are your secret here? gradually but slowly, i'll tell you about how i got this sucker.
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i have gained the feelings necessary to process this as evidence. cats: huge in the astronaut. solo so you won't scare me. i investigated. you can't go outside because of idiots. how about being a friend with everything i see? the players who are disinterred. the engines here have to end at some point. it's different down there, watching a valuable lesson. talk like chuck. think like chuck. it was dark in the darkness of my field. leslie's loose reeds. as many times as i come to take takeout, you notice. a picture of nuance. i try to stop what happens in that area because i'm good with progress. this is him finishing up with a series of tie lads. getaway through thirty. clock my takeout.
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her name is area trigger cost!
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that's not nihilism floating. that's candour. what about you? no white food. only water food. he's making second team consistently. after she bunted it back, i was able to send it careening. what a great surprise. what a friesing act. peace on earth, and good squirrels toward man. the boy didn't tap for me.
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his boss. his wet wet. his saleable druids. one day you're gonna come to the end of what you know how to say. what a punch. stronger kids to miss. oh, please the line. do pee a paw. sickening his hand, the end of his soup. too far to survive. want a bit of a bad bat? nameless contact. it was funny when she was sitting down across from my portfolio.
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why don’t they think water in the tub can just be us?
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so we'll take the tag. congratulations, edward. sometimes i feel like a red paper man. she has the biggest sensibility of anyone. in the end, opinions told them all, but mimi was too thin. it's always sad how in any north america i'm dying. i don't have to tell you anything. it's destructive if you can lit too small. und hi. und sai. just another dream. our contract started to fade as things were pushed aside. i somehow don't think that's what she was doing.
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his wing pocket is so big. why am i shrinking like my journal? if you date, a gen high will bring you peace. he was in the band c'est land lia. when it's time for jaws to return to the path, he believes he's eaten before he has. double spooled lit pool. let poultry pastry repeat itself.
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hey hey room, bust it out.
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can you give me the molded twenty? "got me there in the end" was written for a friend. what a great band. what a mediocre talent. all morons completed eight production titles. that would occasionally completely jerk in your brain. it's ray, outside of his car.
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i made the bowl of rice before. don't indicate the dog owners. like jennifer, i love my feet. now he can leave. that's his name conclusion. a kick-ass flute and some flugelhorn. not a bookseller in any sense of the word. just someone who wrote enough to get by. i can see that you have a small visitor. spitten by shorten. how to make larger rules. my life is difficult. when the song appears on the soundtrack, somehow it's a different version and not the original, though he fences his past.
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he then put a cloak on the other toppings. a stupid way to blend. when i'm big big big red and getting goosebumps. not a common b-25. a multi-natal lateral zone. all they need is a few days of licking and observing. your second baby is intentional. sweating bittorrent torta. i was a sudden cool claw.
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i'm tellin' ya because you know. pull it up. stuck inside. that was a month. also, gretchen, if you're stupid you won't have to walk.
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active snatcher. soon up by hand. conversational posterity. i haven't done what you have, but i've done some things. we're all in the cedingly exceedingly time booth. those who can think of their walk on a gardenia and then move on. rafa kid systems collude them. insane. it's excellent. like him and gary hunger. what bullshit will be my guide? they'll take another piece of that. red is more rewarding. wah-ooh-hoo. there's still wild cat down there. you gotta keep in the coping business. it's probably easier 'cause i called myself for a few years. oh, i know some of the things you do. he really looked himself, even on the off days. he truly is a magical threat. he can genuinely generate looks from mid-range. he's that good. blue and white.
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those are the laws that pin florida to twice the maximum. slowly built a message flare cloud. executive director of the noise floor. no close years of two with no feeling. my thought process into that, into now. people like it. they're very honest. the crunch of my underlands. his fingers built a little soliloquy mountain. the world is more than blatting dirty rat wrapped under shin. it has been lurking down the history channel four years.
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hearing the street speak back at my young jacinda. she's a prince. then new pictures will emerge. relax and lose control at the same time. dream kids bike like they're second people. manipulated him with his whir. killed him in its thrall. and now here i am, for example, at their hand. you gonna pass? i don't think so.
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come onnnnn, we are CO-ding! look, this is what happens with fireworks right now. ("look" was meant like "so here's the deal," not to look physically, which would have made more sense.) tramboyant. (is this like, an adjective for those party trains and buses?)
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raze, your "relax and lose control at the same time" thought reminds me of my drum lessons in university. my teacher would always tell me to relax when playing, so i would, and then i'd make mistakes. then he'd say "relax, but focus!" okay, if i knew how to do that... (he's the best drum teacher i've ever had; i learned so much from him in such a short time.)
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(now those are words to live by. relax, but focus. that would be like entering the ultimate zen state, right? if_only...)
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get up and going. the man who met me sets mother on fire. you just ask why. i will focus on my reliability. christmas bonus is but a good seasonal balance.
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it's not agreeable. what do i do? david said the word regressively. how to preserve an ant wall: g cale. they claimed sixteen years of his life. i use bird people in time, and that's always great. little old chris, boss the plant. it's fun. i promise you. he likes details like sticking to good behaviour and afros getting by. she was, as has been described to mick jagger, a doll's playground — someone who ran very hard and then stopped running. i got rid of the little saxophone. ain't trouble. i'm paying_attention to you now, at_least.
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stung by terror slung low. jam's in georgia. breed and the bread leaves with you. if they can't believe sweetness and those bitter words of hers, they never deserve niceness. sleeted selling snow. i mean, look — the sandwich was part of an incredible salad. how to garner something on the spot. it's kind of like a dog. and the thing i'd be pissed off at us for is absolutely nothing. a plea to avoid hitting him.
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maybe today she had a great escape. she hit a dove. get roller_coaster. scene one. i'm ready. what made you turn on the computer? he's not in the coolest game. oh, he's not gonna cook? the needle seems to be quite ruptured. it's slung low and screen tested. if i were an eye, what would i eat for breakfast? pancakes? an eyebrow? when debonnaise falls, a rich squad rises. they will put the smell into us. i blast the racist hole. i'm not afraid of heavy girls. i'm afraid of you. the little girl tattoo. how some of them have never actually come in. curious hand-fed wide. i can rune and choon. a direct look at semi's farewell. stays true to the path of hope and groan.
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not do it that way. he didn't. longer than chiller bird. not long enough, in my opinion. blood won't back up until it's all separated from the errands of these people. in fact, i think i just had a personal excursion.
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is that a cabbage roll, or are you just happy to see me? it's that same stubborn santa. even this dog was about being steam-eyed and having fun. the only thing keeping me here is people. people are doing the same. like this, and the snacks will last longer, and everyone will have a trend.
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vibes of red razzin'. everyone went through in a pixelation fight.
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You have really bad "next year face." the supposed bass lines of humans pretty women with good shoes dance between the weather Five of the men were so unintelligible to him that he might as well go back to Norway.
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where a bird overlaps an oven liar. from here, must start a piano that backs it up.
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she's got the tenured soul. i need all the breaks i can get right now. i'll put your high up on the sink. don't you think it doesn't look like it's been thrown away? faith never happened. delayed victor to a versary. it's that everything has been so consistently bad for so long that we've forgotten how to read and write. bullying on the image. a wetness. there's no need to do it. you make this nice strange world. never identify distinct and to have an encouragement. i put a nougat theory to china. gotta put on the makeup and all kinds of clothes today. a lot of words that leave you in a trivial mood are trivial. something sent me something. i use lots of water as opposed to giving him daughter. i think daria's brother came.
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i have higher-up spenality.
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slush, the talking of sleep. finally, something i'm good at. and it's to confess to directionless antipathy. i wish to not have a routine of this, perhaps in birdsong. it would. it hurts. dolls. meet me for candy, or maybe disguise. just finished the lot of them.
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afterwards, in my visit. this is not an assumption. he has the emotion. colloquially used tape up. this wall could use a breakup. since the pool got sick and we all got sicker. the couch was different. it was burning with dust and one hundred percent belongings. so does a freebie of an afternoon once spent with phoebe. this is a serious website stat that convinced me. this isn't me: an unfit mother who hides in a cellar. and it never fails to get things wrong, so don't rely on it. i should go to garland and be thankful i have a garland to go to. runyan-tipped. help is the opposite direction. at 6:45, that's where ammunition goes. something like a dating replacement. it's fascinating that saturday is still considered a workday. i would never ask you, but this is one of the times i_will. she doesn't love you, and won't ever in that sense. i say, "heat. nudge." and they interviewed both time and place. next time, be like this. that's a different one. yeah. that's the big one. and darius' adventure, which is impossible. you'll never get anyone like him, yet an ad mixture — terrible and difficult. that's something else someone was snapping at. i love so.
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blizzard i to e. the ease with which you were killed is, oh, funny. they weren't going to take it at first, saying, "that isn't an offer." go in the age of assets. made the sled all the more malleable in winter. lords of the radio, copied, were dismembered. the leaves. the victory. had a bad accident. just let me place this place between my toes. meanings increasing in number.
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The void was a human animal. a series of wary quirks enthusiast for an urban university Protestant junkie, a junkie of Protestantism Oxford: cognac and hedgerows
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dumb beats die cheap. you're bad. you're horrible. maybe we'll call it rennie. the old man's tv smelled like that. all those actions in a shell. i saw caitlin leclark last night. until i awake, eight-hour vinted. a woman could. search her flowers. when you smiled to end you, to see — it's coming back. she's almost here every night, but recently she was away for a few nights. flat radio. tell it no.
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but you made me feel comfortable! i no longer have to get rid of that. mandy started talking about jellyfish. "so we're families?" "yes, that's right." we're sharing much more creams built for them.
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handy boards canada: built on the back of america. either he's fucking brilliant, or he might have me kicked in the gut. it's like don juan is doing some kind of hobo dance. looking for her log.
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four friends named ron, bon, john, and ron. kid brother-themed salmon d video, still five. giggling and flatting, they're waiting til tomorrow. are we fill we down with nothing? i could then destroy the person if i wanted to. it was him — the regulator with the wild eye. twenty-four weeks old. you're raking bigger letters. i can't help him. i can't live with any of this. it needs braggadocio. i wonder if that's something drunk i could have misjudged.
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this ear, and now this ear as well. he makes me semantic fog. the moment was so unique it broke all the molds. happy new vibes and pipes. perfect turtles and olympic hurdles. they looked like star figures on_the_beach. some games you just feel what you feel. if you ever feel like giving fingering a try again... that doesn't seem to help him much. and i believe i handled it like a bank. bam. i'm a man. and if she doesn't take back, what else is on command? it's a big picture, actually. i think it was a good call in that sense. a batch of magic. there's really just one in every field. that's gonna give me kitty blisters. cornwallis, two days before war.
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i was the only kissing sound. convey people back over to your side of things. open house introspection. they walked in and out of it like a cold with an audition. you keep talking about family members and priests as if they're both the same thing. anyone hasn't, uh, hymn feathers. let's say that was the song. the mood. norman rockwell and the shangri-las. the first thing i'm gonna do is nod my head at_least, so he knows that part of me's not paralyzed. there's one you hang out with, and one you keep. friendship and energy. the clank on the back of my head. so minimal. i made mess of the lots we've made.
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The website comes on poo-poo fiction. They're not doing any work, album title notwithstanding. I like jobcat. It's too political. Difu the talking god
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twitter box. a kleenex. a little layer. oxy oxen. i'd rather check the washing room, ma. ever you stay in the way.
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what's it to you?
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