Existentialism

If fifteen pigeons circle a chimney it is no time to light fires. It would be very very dangerous indeed. Feather fires flake flames finale. And a sweep of soot is not an avenue of mature beading. Antelopes occasionally make great butter in large urns. But quantities of flashing serpents is not a quarterback or an orange quantum theory. Danger of losing numbers then. Outnumbered are outstanding and occasionally octagonal oceanographic octopi sing in caves to the tunes of the tidally adjusted clam who arrive with plates of curries at a prawn ballroom. Hahahaha Bloomington Abbey hahahaha derogatorily did differently. Hahahaha *** existentialism z
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