in exactly clocklike sentences, frantic rampart situations, and oh
a rose includes a dying bee, he says the thing that went well with
local understanding according to the latest. And then the sentence
becomes a sort of communication, in delible packets deliberately made
for forming. The exact sound of when Marco agrees to agree with a
machine in his nutclamp shoves more moon thru space with exact word
combination saying something at this point, repartee. And look at how
big small can be when you add fluster to the made yesterday machine.
The machine thinks so, tho so as a vantage is a various concern.
Marco your pants are showing.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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