The glow of tubes in the bathtub cast a sickening turbulence on synergistic seafaring pinecones primed for rigorous cowboy cocktails your table is ready ma’am stop that right now that is enough even in this poor draft if you look softly and mind your wrecking cadence there will seldom run leaves of some thing suspicious if thoughts come what where even monkeys and werewolves and coffee and radio and drones and donuts and locusts of the harvest is missing what if everything went missing again.
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