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otdt: ^{ouch, that hurts.}

each was like a simon says, period.
adidas or not, it made difference! i think, it might not have been this way all the while.
hope like a candle on a chilly evening grows dim.
yet it struggles, brightens.
contemplation is obvious, suggests yet another lit-like theme.
genuineness vs. imposture?

the wonders an hourglass can do. in this case the glass of the world. which completes its assignment mayday. a conversation started reversing many grains, the historical memoirs. the pungent birdcage, landmark of all games. maggot-eaten memories of the vicinity, became whole again. satisfied is the owner, with the pictureperfect puzzle. steps to the tree that made good seats. they stole a grin. [from where?] then i had to hang.
oral happened this morn. an irritable morn indeed.
himself didnt have to gather the guts to preach. it was a natural, an artwork of pain-in-the-necks. ahhh, the theme comes into mind. agreed?
i guess i only have a sole audience. ahrxuans. ^_^
toings.

"i would like to- sit in the car all of eternity with a cold.cut.trio waiting for me back at the hut guarded by my folks, fisherman's fresh on the buds."

all that matters, is today(: -