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And so it starts

In by Wyatt on October 14, 2010 at 3:46 am

in the very early morning, when the day is still an embryo, no a sperm, no a vague idea, is when it strikes, with decided force and precipitous venom consisting of small roots, tree figs, and overt justification. the array of googlesprings matches the tiptoing of my fingers against this glowing tiled floorboard.

theirs is the kin that tastes like strudel. They only ignite harsh criticism in the bedraggled freedom of serendipity, calamity, androgyny and prosperity. Of all, the highest are best. And when the meadow lark sings it really discourses with other rodents to discuss pincer attacks on worms.


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