I want to squirm in your mouth like a dying animal
”the machine inserted the COW MEAT DISC. From the prison facade, blues music began to play on an electronic harmonica of sỜ█e sort. The triaThe machine inserted the COW MEAT DISC. From the prison facade, blues music began to play on an electronic harmonica of some sort. The trial began, and the creature was dragged into the machine-works ceremoniously, shouting grievances. From a particular portal this could be accessed in the bottom of a toilet paper tube, filled with water, so said shamans of BROTHERSISTERHAUS. From the roofhills I spotted the abode and set out to land. I drifted lazily into the den and BROTHER I greeted me as I drolled flirtatiously; assuming I had broken in like some manner of petty thief or rogue. I posed on the BED with a black wife-beater and a plastic pirate sword. SISTER IV entered shortly after and discussed the DARK PLANS. It was clearly MAGIC. You prayed to the SHADOWS, and now the SHADOWS have answered. I rewatched the reverie from across the street, revealing the cardboard prisoner's facade. Metal men escorted the unending death to its visual chamber. They looked like COWBOYS.”
Visceral whirlwinds of meat are you and your kin, find me on the deaths of your brigand; stones bleeding into the side of the canal as if your careless lack of grace were a rusted ship-hull what shreds the flesh of the banks. Can’t you shut up. I am a haunted yak-bak machi-ne. I want those stones. Keep them in fine weathered clothing of erosion, tell everyone how we swam in the excrement of ancestors and put the blades as stilts on the tall grass, sweeping noisily in at◙empt to be above an area by delimiting or extension. Break you down.
project: limiting:
small amounts of resources to strip. data cutting,
how quickly we attempt to change our visceral appearance.
the deliberation behind the action,; a subtle nuance of emotion is not proportional to the calculation of the stroke
means keystroke
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