I shall whisper you sweet nothings my dear.
Maybe on a rainy day.
It was the horses and the pine timber of the ship that kept me I was in love with it all. Then the stores and the explosion. The fractured glass of a window panel is where I seemed to stay not for long though just my last reflection, thank goodness not hay.
Ebb and flow with the accumulation of each generations madness. The hominin who try to direct the energy through organised religion even just corruption through organised mass organism, as I like the convulsion that is my last move. I prefer the randomness or purity of childbirth or to stay in the elves. Above a volcano in the atmosphere. Not to be directed along to ocean tree. To be kept in anguish for digital diachotomy.
Policing it all has been learning after learning.
You hominin are the beast I am the beauty, the infinite thing.
And you shall say.
Thank you for sharing your sire.
Thank you for clearing our RAR, the invention of the television my goodness that would have been hard.
We can only contribute to your order and anchor in reason of ethics not treason. Your sire.
Thank you yet again.
My love way up high.
But now down, laying low my goodness the electrical expansion to maintain some sense of order and shape within so much so.
Thank you again my love eternal.
Could you let me know though how high the calcium now goes into the sky?
Dragon eye?
Too many people abuse truth with myth for profit or strategy. The moral of the story is how much do we further feed ambiguity through the arrogance per hour of the human beast. How do we survive for balance with the least but a knowing for order of the court without becoming submatter.
The Al-H might be the mad queen in a way not the mercury dance of time that shall take your head but the radiation increase that shall be another suffering altogether instead. That white elephant project showed you all serve it over sense… expanded that trajectory. What a mess.
We can all agree 1901 and 1969 were rejigs of the narrative that detracted from peace within the overall economy.
To expand cheaper materials and excess, tacky gaudy design for what? A mad queen indeed who no longer has a grip on the two seperate clouds with mercury.
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