By Hart Heiden
Aluminum assays defeated decay-protocols while relay streams and procedures insured that the loss due to exposure would be quite negotiable. From the sidelines of an address things had already picked up into the position where one could finally say to themselves, “Nope! Just going to bounce-off on that note." You can see what language can do both to us and for us, and here is your initiation. Be sure to recall that it is on you to decide whether you play the victim, or the correspondent, or one or the other is simply a choice to be made. And a standpoint standalone calculation of a one-of-a-kind independently labeled subliminal sidelined stimulation, a super-star makes life entirely and indisputably insignificantly undigestible. Let’s give life some traction, perhaps? We are all about retention rates and audience captivation—rummaging the escort through the world of captivity, and not to be confused nor condemned. We all have certain hiccups and contractions through a lifetime, and keeping it original is partially bureaucratically poised, but in any case? people really do enjoy the predictable. That’s why I do my best to keep things as structured as is possible to maintain a free-living hybridized-culture of verbiage. Keep everything linguistically antecedent to the universe given because we already know what happens if we don’t: demise. The monsters start to circle speculation.
Her whole alliance she had built with the wonder of raccoon-stamped eye-shadow helped to perplex men off the vacancies she left behind and everywhere else, but where between her legs needed feeding-time, and repercussive endings, but yet? quite easily, the demonic phrasing-edge lingered in balance and supported the captivation of audiences. Certainly, there was a heavy-steam bath going off somewhere beyond border patrol lines.
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Cognizance whispered once to a competitor to keep a watchful eye on their composure. Consciousness was in error, but never too far behind in that matter. The secrets were availed. Finally? I spilled the beans. Accidental disruptors simply never are what they truly are. It takes a thoroughbred-like attitude to overcome the relic of confidence and composure that will never be ridiculed once context is clarified. There is no other match; no other game. Besides, of course? Myself. I don’t play the SDPC the way that most will. I create. From nothing it all began, and so nothing created something. I want each person to have the freedom over-top of their belt buckle. To justify justice. It wouldn’t make sense to remain paralyzed in life, or, sit around waiting for what might strike you. What else could life be for? Breakdowns and upsets. Good times. There are no other striking disturbing outlets correlated to the initial buy-in process. You want to be in the money. You have to wear your poker face not on your sleeve, but on your shoulder. Kind of like giving away millions of dollars to the person you claim was once your best friend, but doesn’t have the means to an end to be such a monstrous chore of controlling mechanistically. Giving to the right people? That can make all the difference in the world. And I get that. You’ve grown much larger within the game. To sponsor poor people is much more disturbing to a label, or personification of who you may be perceived as, and no matter what dollar amount you shake? It’s always good as gold. But then, what really is this life all about? Won’t it all go downstream anyway? Is it worth existing in a place where love goes unknown? The worthy, yet formatted behaviors bring about snuffled noses and stifled cries. Nobody tells anybody at this point that there is a power struggle, yet still, a compromised identity. There is not a single one. There is no one greater. And it should be well-understood by this point: how far fatigue can gloss over the significance of growlers.
-Poewem
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