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Golden quote #002
The spurt ‘em deeplyigize feels was feeery as from skunks.
This an quote?
About feel’s. I was create the quote now. What?

It’s are obscene latent aggression you know?
No. it’s apotheos of lyric. It’s hymn for word the spurt.
anyway
it's time to put an end to this madness
the one rectangle of five corner aren’t a waltz.
This scheme for rug bomber.
The time for stopped that ragly madness beings.
I’m hiccup. It’s a enemy’s remember me.
You haven’t a enemy’s and a friends too.
I was borned beneath a lucky star definitely.

For what the filling of words boxes stand still here ?
The skirt, the pit – mountain of words
And an each of the faces have a translate on beck.
Who couldn’t not know this even?
Clearing. This in trash immedinaly.
Denial. Till you gotta read it.
All the papers mix with the dust.
I ‘d got a snaze from such exersis lake this.
Read by voice loud for the ineptitude ‘ll be hear good.