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Aftermath from this er... attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl dark shadows spill across the outer limits of the twilight zone whereby edge of night creeps brow of me, a Neanderthal! Yours truly self proclaimed er calculating polymath no win no campy intent to kindle, or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath juiced whiling away the early evening hour hath horror hived this then February twenty second two thousand eighteen, revised this early afternoon of August 24th, two thousand twenty fourth nah scared to take a bath. The Process (is a Process All Its Own) self accomplishments, I modestly credit a disembodied humble liberal spirit eye up ply applies to brainstorming with zest to whit barn storming across das plains of google to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee with smart poetic dip pose zit tool loom hen ate interior darkness where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido otherwise known as perdition, especially Native American linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine, The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win Pork Pie Hat predicated on Feng Shui yang and yin force fields property aligned creates A Special Place predominantly filled with A Dark Matter only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark, and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories helpful to down with a chaser viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories Ideally red (red) in The Night Room, where an unsuspected parvenu absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl housing Magic Terror, but interestingly one must ask - Isn't It Romantic? Via the perspective Looking Back feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or and Mrs. God innocent looking people yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose fragrance or melancholy Ghosts resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation Where spirits flit to and fro throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors and games without frontiers this...a millennial Mystery unlike the generic Ghost Story, the main anti protagonist and/or pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko who calls The Juniper Tree home, especially eerie Under Venus provoking Wild Animals kickstarting rolling stones to run berserk at lightspeed en masse Black Sabbath bestirs cries and whispers proto, pseudo psychedelic quint essence ova thermocouple holographic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland explicit formula generating happy interracial Marriages nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe especially, If You Could See Me Now!

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