juxtaposition of immortalisation ok
Alien implications of a turboprop turnip turning is usefully attuned to mystical presences. Mind stretching images of computerised garbage on an umbrella of slime. Outnumbered then are juices in helmets. Rotting putrid raw stench. Run forward and scream"the boots are green" to the tantalisingly tasty buttercup fountain.but an ooh ooh could never wear a tutu for it might catch on a tree or get stained in fig juice. Simultaneously placing a sunlight then. Wow. Would a swordsmanship display in a flower bed. Never predict the movements of a toasted mushroom sandwich in a bucket of limes.and Aldous Huxley is a tortoise who resides in a castle. How pleasant for him. But one mustn't be perturbed or perplexed by lifestyles of eckoos. Now haha ok. Xxxx juxtaposition jig. Xxxxx juxtaposition wig. Xxxx immortalisation.z
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