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Oxidization Oxon

A whirlwind is a magnitude of flight. Wow. Worldy exact. To be exciting is to breathe into caverns. Oh how the external world is not that incredible. Here comes the pretty wasps in skirts. What a view. The frosty gargoyle of insanity rises from the pit of festering socks. Never let it be said that onions are a beach ball of cosmic cloud bursts.plugs and leads can always dance so be very aware of writhings molten chance. Volcanic acidic juices with a tune and beat of a callous but never a wart. And at sharp angles the chance is never to view it is to be real. When the feathery ear lobes of the alligator shine in the half lit night the northern winds will tickle the goblins feet. Many a time does the half spread gherkin fling goblets of sand on the forlorn outcast telephone. Oh quick quick those cubicles are running away. Oh dear. How sad. How abysmal and how tragic. Such are the rays of a multinational company who pessimistically enjoys penalising people globally.. Ration realised ratio radios radioactive read red remained *** hahahaha toothpick swaying *** hahahaha number of swollen tongues in shapes of hexagons xxxx portrayal xxxx oxidization x and now a z.

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