Hammers hail high in skies, drifting to contemplate memes in the sky; beating us dry. Cowardice extrapolations provide comfort where its needed most. Fine fibers squished in fat fingers rolling tubes. Letting eternity wait we should hold on for the increments, they feel like bumps on our anuses riding coach the horses long extended appendages whooshing through it all. Feel the summer breeze against warm cushions of shallow temperement in godly lust with satisfaction. Boggles vanish into a boggle free invironment. What else.
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