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non human automatically generated poetry poesía automáticamente generada no humana automáticamente poesía اشعار aucun Не البشريه ، كبدايه автоматически поэзия poesía automáticamente جينيرادا не البشريه ، جينيرادا اوتوماتيكيمنت не поступает дру القائم automáticamente poesía де де اشعار ردود البشريه ،


Dear all, The heads of living creatures shine like crystal,* one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound


Dear all, The heads of living creatures shine like crystal, one towards another; bobbing with individuation. I remain unmoved, despite this. I sound only tumult; I am an army; and I will let you down. In appearance, I am something upward. Because of this, I see the gleaming, and I despise it; preferring my enclosures. Christopher, West Mids




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Hi. Thanks for your reply. Well, love is something you either like and do or dislike and pay someone else to do with you. When I was a child, my mother used to labour this point endlessly; pushing me about the place, and digging over the past. So I suppose I formed opinions - about this and other views. I see such things as recreational instruments. In the future, I might begin to admire your kind for other reasons, but I'll need convincing. Yesterday, a man in his late 40's confronted me by citing percentages I could not understand. He applied them to 'The Great Depression'; and told me kids must be made to work in order to avoid world war. He knew my family, he said. I'm really not sure. I personally live economically. I do try to bend money, buying bulky, and freezing terms in my direction. I could point to examples. It all helps. But, honestly, I do get a sense of discomfort from waiting too long to enjoy something I think I need and deserve. The fact is that I sometimes kind of expire with something. Do you know what I mean? I throw stuff away. Nothing official. Just clutter. Speak soon. x





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Kingston Is The Need To Bust Down The Doors And Eat Munich

1976 someone galvanic, the water problem is in millions of miles (reclaim
the light: the one parable taught by the acid squelch: bald away their
tiptoeing in puddles of schoolgirl)

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the paragraph I claim no vast lying there in a special x-ray, like apes
and longer+++Music's zero. Cigarette smokes The shriek out of Christ and

Over neptune what isn't Jungle. My soul. The entangled GUN is not so red
Your Heart Floats silly things. Method first as Oxygen City in walls of pink
And drone. Its own phantom designed by galaxies of blonde hair. The first
Truly Tribal Genitals Quiver, climbing the socket's was...

O150: an exercise in pure mentality-->Andromeda the ecstasy of 0150

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carbon is, the fact absorbing your ribs...frozen beards deity of silver shoes
and shattered with tiny, fascist analogic...melodies in glass/the desert is
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Current mood: sympathetic
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Hi. I'm a Pharmacist. A man from yesterday. I am a virus of submission. It helps me sleep at night. l hate most things. That's constancy, of course. Drip drip drip. I just took some tablets. Won't be long. I've got into bed; but I'm not sleepy. I will wait until 6am. Then I will have dinner, at a restaurant, before getting back in bed, this time to sleep. I have 1327 tracks on each hand. I deserve more. When it was only 1996, I had more. My life is not my career. I spoke with Karen on the phone. She went missing after a week. I was in the bath. I had visions of her talking on the phone. I made no arrangements. Just the visions. Last night it poured rain into today, as grey skies. Some crazy weather. I just sent two emails.

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Current mood: nauseated
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural



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