Monthly Archives: January 2016

oh I remember when

lost in another one of those perplexities, the latest word to reach in and restore a manner of calm went something like: pens, pencils, and all kinds of paper. These ye shall make friends with – better, hasten ye unto … Continue reading

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now let us… 5

a country king’s favorite courtyard wall’s relief complains more these days that the settings have cramped many styles – enough styles to start petitions. All the fonts except the fonts etched on a touch too much high-test hallucinogen are on … Continue reading

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now let us… 4

a fervid wrestle does arise on that ironic angle. Let’s say we’ve appeased the tropical breezes and serpents pushing Hurriania’s virtues which is mostly what they call Hurry are confined to glass-faced cubes where they may race through brown grass … Continue reading

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now let us… 3

fantastic as it sounds there is a boulder rolling much harder than tropical breezes or the feat of trying to appease the tropical breezes, no matter their intent is inducing laxity. What else but highly horny hostesses brutes reformed with … Continue reading

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now let us… 2

And here we come to the velvety cubbyhole strongly hinting coconut yet let it not be assumed the milky makes it or the lotions most doubtless can sense are spread by hands the tropical breezes that major in rustle are … Continue reading

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now let us…

And now let us concoct three basic flavors – call them primary if primary is the choice a team or two of the out-of-staters prefer if on their turf Primary outweighs Basic – but anyway, to return to creation, we … Continue reading

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Let Wednesday Be Couplet Day 2

“Honey don’t you just love the smells that linger in these history site shacks?” “Honestly, to me it wears like despair saturated hope who had been happy on embarkation for these foreign shores; granted their era knew little but war; … Continue reading

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