Humour

A Nail In The Grave. Called Creation.

They were developing something other than.. the whole snide truth actually, were even when(?) it all made mediocre andYETagain… tellingSense. Of themselves(none too much..)

Out of t-o-u-c-h, and definitely out/of/FrIghT…

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Stifled S*******.

Contemplating creating again and they cannot seem to .. shall all OF THEM have to—-)) borrow another PERSON’S buckwheat brain and calculation and all for “WHAT(???)”

But the grand-ol’-price of…

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Raising the rAreSt Of Stakes

Her levels of InnerInteraction and intellect need never have had applied for
Anything else anymore: she’s a spontaneous individual of sickeningly sufficient consequences, and if “we do wish..” to have…

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