Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Uncanny Speaker Paused

So someone is guilty of time. In the Delphic plane, with indications of which craft entirely, liking hordes as doctored. Today, prawns aswim in their flood. Tomorrow, a gold standard with flowers. Indications of snow or orioles, while we talk to auction, camp on mountain slide, figure on time. Fane music as the original, then word for the effect. These are the drums we were waiting for.

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