paste! breathe into the false grandma since 56 x 56 is laces. it's more about getting shorn that sheared in latexy, mississippi and after all the hubhub and preseasoning it still remains that horses like chicken and many pigeons are going crazy for houses made of iron. likewise, coercion of coupon fragrances means little to the dumptrucks as they reunite (feels so good) in the dry, molten b-sections of 1923 moon, when it was, how it stayed. there is still time to flip the patties. supercharged, what you are. why exit from the paralllelll, chimichanga? and say what you want about canals, i have more news on resevoirs than sir wainright detox, head leopard but no less a chief or plank to run across into magenta ocean - (which is our savior) invaded with bitter (which is our flavor) - parakeets live there at the bottom of that ocean, in particular, beside a rock that has the intials I.3.G/T+T.X.R. scrawled into it in the handwriting of a negative three-year old. i'm just a witness. i reduce smog by walking around aimlessly. 020729
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