a fly flew into the outer climate and tasted of the anti-climate of being in the lone, loons and goons and roller blades spoke of an emotional sort of concern that tresspassed even transgression and the
mis-took of understanding... angels are falling and the stones speakto the skies, the seas ride bikes and being of the elect could call for astral alignment with parallel particles of light zooming in: the port creatures squirm out of the murk, cross eyed and looking for whom to devour, but the tingles of the truth last even when the footsteps
of dawn wear yellow cardigans. nothing could ever really lapse back to sometimes being vulnerable and partaking of mantra with the enthusiasts of creep syndrone. meta physique and a whisper into an ear, hear hear, the sounds have sounds within: she speaks, she says 'I know what you are thinking...." but rainbow banter, how could the ages be so forever?
of dawn wear yellow cardigans. nothing could ever really lapse back to sometimes being vulnerable and partaking of mantra with the enthusiasts of creep syndrone. meta physique and a whisper into an ear, hear hear, the sounds have sounds within: she speaks, she says 'I know what you are thinking...." but rainbow banter, how could the ages be so forever?
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