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HEMINGWAY'S CRUMBLING RECIPE

The enervation elevates adult endgames into festooned sassafras,tucked mimics only. Promotional weanings of gravity, no lack of answers and scientific indecencies...blurts of the most brazen negative! Comunication has Ism-stained laxity and its solemn-maddened shit, sadder friends develop/HE HAS TO STAND TO THE LAST...FOUL SMELL AND GO "GEEEEZE" HE WILL IF IT COMES TO THAT Institute policies of silent wealth. Opening and becoming the ultimate imploding Void. Which he hears in the welcoming weakness,a breakfast of accomodation and sinking, into and out of.A tentative support might help;a glimmer of a hunch to verify his position, small ways. But the world can never do THAT! So the crediblle becomes a monk, a self-unto-Itself, no shorings outside. We tailor tails, we the world. He makes a bloody mess, hacking and pulling at the line if production. Phoudha-Gaudha. IT WOULD MAKE ME SHINE LIKE A BUBBLE! hee

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