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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead, especially when attempting tip ply words struggling to describe abstract whims fed by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed to the max like a sponge dark red when saturated with near incomprehensible thought processes that attempt to shed light on cosmic principles, yet lack mathematical familiarization wed did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace sing pinball erratic mental reverberations leaves me stupified about mysteries of space time continuum, quantum mechanics, and even how my existence came about since the presence of human race whereat random evolutionary circumstances took place on planet (un) fit Earth analogous to skien woven of sateen lace via some invisible hand weaving world wide webbed warp and sub woof fur wrought primordial miracles ranked (within schema by human primates) as zen amazingly grace full promenade, per multivarious species, now one Janus face sing self destruction duet hoo weapons of mass destruction can erase entire range comprising terresrial biota unable to escape original weeknd update with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase, and according to Stephen Hawking the base sic global web spun via *****Sapiens will lose role as topdog ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle, oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace forced to relinguish role, sans self anointed supreme beast (what a beauty this bipedal hominid), whose surging population didst increased the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped – frankly tubby sub letted and leased to another organism not needing tubby policed.

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