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testing a new technique

As always eyes gazed blind at the phenomenon most obvious which means a repeat ladder clamber and make the missionary fuzzy, as in, there was a fuzzy missionary and this fuzzy missionary’s bosses decreed he journey to a distant country … Continue reading

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Why Seagull Shirley Could Not Be Conscious

Back to seagull and quill, Seagull Stanley and the quill he twiddled loosely in his wingtip; Shirley you see, was under sedation, meaning the sedatives given by hand via wisdom because Hostess Jean-Jeanie was also the primary proprietor of this … Continue reading

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Let Us Not Forget About Shirley

Of course we mean to go beyond a mere quill a seagull twiddles in the grasp of his pink wingtip. We may expect to wonder what has brought Seagull Stanley to spend this night in Cloud Number Nine in the … Continue reading

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another go at a tale from the land of Cloud Number Nine

Seagull Stanley loosely twiddles the quill in his wingtip of pink, as the path at this juncture turns into a contemplation grove. While the quill that Seagull Stanley hovers over the sandpaper stationary – stationary and quill being complimentary gifts … Continue reading

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empty factoids for filler purposes

To the descended messenger the working class wordsmith said, “cheese sandwich? Sure I can arrange a cheese sandwich. Like I said the bread is pretty plain and practically white plastic; but there is mayo within that cooler I stashed beneath … Continue reading

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the higher realm disaster tale continues

From a sudden rip in the ether a blurry paint roller driven by unadulterated willpower burst upon the conference between the messenger descended from a high plane and the working class wordsmith, pinpointing the latter, laying a coat of a … Continue reading

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just say no to the higher realms

Then the messenger who’d descended from a higher plane for the sake of helping a befuddled wordsmith, said, “perhaps all signs are pointing to sitting down for a joyous breakfast.” The wordsmith found anger maintenance hard just then and decided … Continue reading

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