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some of the bad, some of the good

Reading articles on the internet about life prior to the internet had this mustang’s head going nod, nod, nod especially the smut magazine lines, as in haywire action in the nerves; sometimes angels would leave one in the woods. So … Continue reading

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hopeless in idaho or dealing with constant interruptions while trying to think, much less write

Receptor sector, stand straight down, signal under the usual rude serpentine scramble attack. Yes it is unfortunate that drills such as these are now routine, but the complex is in a state that officially despises types that thrive where quietude … Continue reading

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one more test before bedtime

adventures pulling up the juncture could not at all mind the sweet sticky deal coming as a complete surprise plunging to the depths processors able to claim ancient pedigree. Electricity a participant, the haywire effect makes perfect sense. But how … Continue reading

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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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so maybe the missionary field was the calling after all

admittedly the mission is fuzzy but in a minimum sense, which really might come out funny when floating with clouds, through memory’s haze the theme calls it space. But go easy on these missionaries whose travels have given them thirsty … Continue reading

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the war of atmospheres rages, rages

the sneaky slimy sun was not always a sneaky slimy sun but had gone over to this dark dank side during a time when stresses aimed brute blazes directly into quarters once assumed private and allowed no space in which … Continue reading

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maybe the path opens at last

The line of twiddles, scratches and twitches put in flight an emergency searcher and dripping down the line-designer’s chin (many a droplet stubbornly clinging) was a sheepish vibe of a rusty hue. The labor that last thrust demanded means familiar … Continue reading

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