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Flying Cars Make You Happy

The consumer reaches for cadence the calm exteriour  of polis after the fields smelled of testimony the heaven of plants wildly exploiting  simple rational exchanges posits new beams of future spreading  vital vacations allieve the novel from prostrations of explanation  when it is just the wind that sails coveys feel fresh again the new mountain seems ready to arrive

Any Romanza Worth its Shit

Harriet Tubman creates Little Caesar’s in often time. Simple mode of operation, Chinese revenue, kindling from home ports, excited, the gathering. Underground the Railroad took peace a pizza. An act. Act of. Of free. Free enterprise. Luigi Bocherini was born on this day. Step right there, Janis Joplin wrote the blues without evident timeshares. Right there. The catalogue of Harriet Tubman, no string. Evident time and place. Would we ever as we read return to any noun or formal verb, away from the sealing adjective? To us, the time belongs.

Hey now we are going

scuttling was so good, we had a lot to think  The head of big brown brown has brown and brown on a new  note  sure you can get some things in your head  The state of poetry has become a new day for the first Few people The head must finish this year with their own words but they have to finish their work 

Space Emissoras

he president of the nothing does your weekend The Town is easy to see have form And six wounded Space Issuers waiting for him This one Will be long But At least we have the braces of Oracle and go