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Hinterlands of Thee Netherlands

oft times ('specially these latter un-sainted days and nights) death doth haunt me zeitgeist which thoughts of my demise crowds out purposeful thinking in the twitching mind kempf paradigm of this atheist hence, he betook himself to this MacBook Pro, while swiss side dull ideations for professional intercession, could not wait asper affecting s cathartic, emetic, harmonic tete a tete and providing a meaningful surrogate to expunge morbid mental state accessed Open Office and let fingers (of left hand) do talking heads to an imaginary therapist across this qwerty keyboard allowing, enabling, and at the quickest typing rate striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy, and ill lust tree us deplorable mood aye e quate with pitching into a bottomless abyss where pate fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO – a last repast the grim reaper did orchestrate gluten free, an extra heavy dose of monosodium gluti Nate which ingredient doth BuzzFeed thine appetite for total mortal exter minate 'thou no need fermi to rush, where angels fear to tread, cuz but better late than never, the apothegm, credo, ethos...Kate (the caterer maintains an open exit from life, and cares only that each soul doth feel elan, joi de vivre, and psalm times a leaper chants, ecstatically finally gustatory humming dont jubilate for your final homecoming, or else the mailer daemon lived a devilish life will instigate a de coup age d'etat, but such extreme measure for measure heed doth hate yet exceptions always made for a date particularly when henchmen to die for golden opportunity to snatch a generic guy a create an underground soiree will cease, when ashes master of hell raising circumstances twill use as bait let underground missionary be my advocate.

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