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-------------------------------------------Mood: moo.
Of course. this could be the beginning of nutmeg, but really, who would refuse to argue? I saw it myself. the celestial microscopic radiance of the shoe. who would argue? one of these days ill buy a fluffy zleeblegrooober and dine with the purple telephone plates. metallic. (but only to rid of involvement.) the stairs started slipping. though we floated upwards. don't finish the oceans, i'll get to that later. point of view won't affect me. they lost it back there with the tree shrubs. I ate the clouds. (apologizing for the new found lack of fluffy sky beings) pop.
There once was a boy who saw a crane. unfortunately it was then run into by a plane. (you could imagine the poor boy's disdain, at seeing this magnificent bird slain.) i want a cake. did you truly blame the incognizable clover leaf that deciphered your most irrelevant dreams? or did the river's tide leave you lifeless? with your firearms, sightless? perhaps they deserve an award for the richest pair of cucumbers ever. because cucumbers cure heart disease every day.
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