what a skeletal reck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the hores and villians try to tempt the hallistic tones. Runing rampid with free thought to freefall in the free and clear. And the matters at hand are sheld up like lent at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now. We all have
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