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Some streams of my consciousness
posted at 11:25 pm on 04-26-2007
This is me experimenting with words:
Easy schism, which gave rise to a risen chastisement of baptized men sighing in a prison. Ambiguous like a chain of ants poured across a dance floor the way those four pants ran errands. Please, mailman, mail me like a stork can. Rectify a shoe string of the brand I will bring you. I picked apart a pair of these which kept me from the stairs, these keys of yours they need repairs so please, to store them unawares. I grasped for a tongue, I spun on a rung. I threw fistfuls of flesh at a decadent mesh. Accept the reception and I'll protect your architecture, and if you grab a moving tongue you can't manipulate it the way another state did; I'll help you matriculate, kid.
The sense a person must possess to stay out of the nest is caught at intervals with the sunlight at certain angles. The decision that led to this conclusion did not have a captain. (You have to be brutal sometimes.) But why can a pretty ideal sign so many checks?
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