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tells anonce:
once around the poesy
terror bull pointings left our new contracted painter without a patron saint to justify wrigley existence tantamount to new colorful tents pitched in the honor and name of said goalie becoming fight highest.
his was a drug cartel
hers was a mountain of evidence
theirs was a troubadour sickly without mourning quickness
ours, a completely different story which i will iterate henceforth:
"years before we figured out the plan, our willingness and tact was to take it straight to the heart of the beast, knowing little of the uninterested exhale possessing deadly powers of coercion. there was a psion counted among the trusted numbers of 'us,' luckily...thus."
of course i subscribed immediately - simultaneously and unknowingly canceling my plans to visit far reaches of their grey folds. while felling trees at an alarming speed, i brought neither galoshes nor slicker nor parasol - for this was a special gig...this required moxy. i wasn't as ashamed as my dear quail brothers until i saw the look on our collective face, for the mirror had finally shown it's own and indeed, the mirror, was a face itself.
with the puzzle solved and no more confusion created than destroyed within one cycle of 'the process' i returned to my quarters and slept quite soundly.
this year, 440355
-gerald hilder
tells anonce:
once around the poesy
terror bull pointings left our new contracted painter without a patron saint to justify wrigley existence tantamount to new colorful tents pitched in the honor and name of said goalie becoming fight highest.
his was a drug cartel
hers was a mountain of evidence
theirs was a troubadour sickly without mourning quickness
ours, a completely different story which i will iterate henceforth:
"years before we figured out the plan, our willingness and tact was to take it straight to the heart of the beast, knowing little of the uninterested exhale possessing deadly powers of coercion. there was a psion counted among the trusted numbers of 'us,' luckily...thus."
of course i subscribed immediately - simultaneously and unknowingly canceling my plans to visit far reaches of their grey folds. while felling trees at an alarming speed, i brought neither galoshes nor slicker nor parasol - for this was a special gig...this required moxy. i wasn't as ashamed as my dear quail brothers until i saw the look on our collective face, for the mirror had finally shown it's own and indeed, the mirror, was a face itself.
with the puzzle solved and no more confusion created than destroyed within one cycle of 'the process' i returned to my quarters and slept quite soundly.
this year, 440355
-gerald hilder
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