I,

out of sight, have become habituated to a minimal input. In a misery of my own, state of salaried workers of a state beyond. Out on their rulerships, the real event is you, too, it is you that is the real event. May I?
May we see each other san,
May we see each other saan a mani?
May I seen each day, make in a salary to man ?
I may.......
Entered the 100 chosen though they may well be 341, 23, twenty one or thirty-three, chosen they ay be!
I enter, thee ?
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Make into a scone, a dome, the millenium dome instead, them are all one in, expected to play and feel but with hardly one pinball machine or the burger offered to them, Cookson.
Make in it a sign, a sine qua non, for a part, of a world to be instigated. I end..I end every time and all one off the - at our land a telepathy sconomicon on your network, on this monito, in my head, on the rollercoaster, so there it felt. There a gnome marched and laid a red bed. So there it grows and it makes dope, and after a while it ices it flat. I am the niiiice fly, Guy, Eddie, Snaggletooth, mother Jona, Dear all,
MAKING SCONES< <
AT THE SIDE OF THE DOME, near the pole planted long, master Obedia heaves right to those in might. Mother Lara sent a salt. Make it boil in the soft way, make it flat, a drop of maple sweet, me, my ears! My ears, I cannot read so fffast. Dea all, though the troops off Maiyelwaak´ a-Gaa play on drums, the red ant and the blue dog make a meeting for the Godzilla and what ever it needs. Let us now assume the Godzilla is you, made a ball of hyacinths and planted on wooden shit like this. +. Once the side of the dome has been found, clock sydrome or Pearls and Diamonds though the reader is always ANI. ANI, let it be. May Annie heaves there all Lucifers and farfadetttes off your rolling corners. Unable to assist, the devil makes pig in the kitchen. The pig masters flour, to make a man. The pig then learns to plant and pottatoes head to the silver roads, alone, alone, alone, alone. Ogh Annie, Jesus ChriiiiisT. I, on the contrary am not ANI, call me Aga, Gally, Pha-Tzing or whatever you need I am him....whoever rights this blog inside me, whoever I am I make into magi, so may I rock through icen snows or not.....This is the choice, it is a light, the lane is tight, make a swirl round, round, circle, line, thank the maynate. Keenan, ok funny, but lot more symetrical than Motorhead .

Je suis ,