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These slutty mattresses of both sexes fail to hear the voice of death,
Because these weeds have never had to die.
Perhaps more than you?
Ouija, what the hell is going on again?

Writers, I protest.
Is man a meat hut for a romantic encounter of the gods?
Just a couch there? I assumed so.

Writer Pelevin,well's?
Did Bulgakov say the same thing?
This is a spontaneous, random idea.

I like that smiling cashier at the store in a Muslim headscarf.
Ouija, so whose home do you think she is?
I drink alone; it's a risky business.
Your ideas may align with the moon.
Mattresses will write for you about our superficial heartaches.
How do you say, Sun Wukong, great sage equal to heaven,
stablemaster of the heavenly jade stables, comprehending emptiness through emptiness, devourer of all immortal peaches, thief of the afterlife lists, slayer of cutthroat demons, master of forty-eight transformations, ruler of the land of flowers and fruits?

Monkey, is that your full title, by the way? No?

Okay, fine.
Should I mention your tiger skirt, wanderer, Daoist?
Your feather coat?

It's unnecessary.
You mostly interact with the huts of petty demons.

Of course, none of them contain Christ,
nor Mohammed.

Keep that in mind.
Thank you, great sage equal to heaven.
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Well the patterns meander or zig-zag was in the clooud’s never.
And first words then sound in baishi of kungfu it was :
Childs it’s aren’t  the movie.
on clothing.
Oh pardon.