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Pa Ra Pa Pa Pum

because the big voice silences, the truck of ritual declares the wrong sacrifice is a form of syllable, a  breech Between yes and no a syllable of time works with best television flames eat wood, wood consumes last word in fire, words stick to the last spark many of his young fans are heartbroken

The Human History of Anything

It is true that people drink lead, melted foothill. A fast bomb secures reason.  Friendship collides with typewriter, stomach acid recreates realization. Averting a Sentence means closer. Delicate sensation startles screen. Turn to Squanto, who followed Samoset. Winds of human interference and patched delivery rode on winter. This today with these. It is true that a sum of music fills even winter web. It is true the deer considers Time. It is true that the languages stays for going. It is true in the path of Squanto. Regular tide fills the day like plethora. Nouns don’t count beyond singular. It is true that the men stayed home, far away in the name of home.

Yeah

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Rogue One for President

Shooting flying things, amidst turmoil of not wanting turmoil. Get away! Excellent weapon Chewbacca people, homegrown Listen, the narrative is explained with narrative. Dad dies, message. It is how narrative explains narrative. Shooting things insist on purpose, making Imperial yelling when shot. And so you are okay to yell when shot explaining your narrative to the narrative of how lately you have been expecting.  The rest is just important.