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Squinting and Blinking

you have a mind that's it which in itself is victory scant though it may be your mileage may vary on this floating grain of sand he prayed over and over be far away be far far away at least he was smart enough to know what an idiot at prayer he was not exactly a random sampling but life is a subjective objective combo dish try not to make your singular and perpetual problems into my singular etc. since I am a frail hemopheliac pursued by jackals and hyenas tracking blood up the stairway for not acting in a timely manner but the fact is that the late blossoms are deeper hued longer and wider too and that's not a purposeful misnomer may God part my ass to his ways if I am shown to be in error but times change and the irrelevant eventually sinks noiselessly into the sea but not just any sea the exceedingly stormy Sea of Similar yes some things are similar to others and that's the mother of all cans of worms it's a matter of screen resolution which some may find nauseating the engineers of Armageddon for example as the weight of their wagers crushes your spine and unleashes dragons whose timely and public pillorying would greatly benefit a humanity that screams power to the feeble hoping that the Universe is a great ****** I used to be a moving target but now I'm a sitting duck well not sitting per se more a catatonic shuffle that served to confound and confabulate by who or for what purpose remains to be investigated by who or for what purpose lies beyond my rank and armor well not sitting per se more a streak on the horizon because we need to know the future because the earthly love rocket will get us there eventually now there's a universal even among the aimless From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr

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