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I am sure to die in a cataclysmic mercury, finite in worth and composition in lifted brigades. These missions over envelop the water beds, crashing into the planet’s futures in folly an equations assured. I was self made, oven baked and ready to be serviced to the courts of public judgement and sequential formalities. These fortune tellers battle for activity blowing outward in similarities in virtual swellings. These corporatized entity’s shell out annually in bleak exploration of a simulation. Two dissimilar rooms, folds into the modern day wishes for a more secure tear aways. The essential desires, and cutlery imagined forward and wanting a magnetized forgery.
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The triads, they blew through the void of glistening sovereignty. Sharp cards fall in the carvings of a bludgeoned embodiment. Thrashing in the corn field, these men brought them inside before the fury. An eruption of currency, enveloped into the worlds ending forward and calling out to them. These ladders stacked as high as mountain tops, for you to relentlessly climb to avoid angry mobs. Pin pricks, see in the holes of paper window seals. Forged like iron clad markings, blues in the ocean floor for there are indeed creatures you did not know of before hand. You picked these nail biters, with their red cherry palm reading in the pantry’s of biases.
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Bulls on the midway carts, divulged in solace in the bakery. Their eyes gleamed with a relevant imagination. Red doesn’t come from a planet of commercialism. In beams for you, so it can conceal a maker in a gag order. The rarity make a quick getaway from a world of kindness and generalizations. These tapping’s emerge, into the blank spaces of agonizing metals. And unsurpassed representation of the incandescent, broadened strokes of the paint brush. Its made of iron rods, for it is comforting and radiant in ones inebriation. You believe in control, it is so incompetent in a setting of angered and unskilled merchants.
The magician with white hair, swings his arms in intricate force below your eyes to belittle your glances. Wide broad strokes, fall outward into the bleak folders overlapping and twinkling. His fingertips twinge, giving out a levered outwitting crumpling revelation. There’s no kindred stare anywhere to be found, in the mockery of a modest archery of kind hearts. They blend in like pretzels, to the one peanut hatched in a cacophony of leaches. They sucked the life out of him, as it watched in discourse laughing at the conquered onlookers.