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i thought i'd submitte dthis already what is going on the towers fall under the shadows and i await this present only as a dictator could because i have no peace with my mind i don't know where to turn to i need animals i need art i need love i need travel i need money to give some padding where to go when the towers look like this
books up on the shelves drift through the dusty air to my hands and clock the finisher with strange wrinkles like grooves the mind they say it's all plastic now and can bend at will is this science is this a leap of faith an arena to wonder at fences how they were put up in the first place and what motivation if only it were possible to rip them down and straddle the contents like
there wasn'tenough time i thought from the vantage point in thought bubbles emit stewardship and likenesses with swtichy witches what was that word got going then flew with them on their backs but i didn't ask for it and how do they really think i'd write in sentences?