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The Gold Rush

They must have thought that I was brought here to do the numbers.... Ninty-nine's einsteinium square dance razzle dazzle then you shuffle a masque ? Halloween arrived although ushering in an unknown, mutation towards These centripetal forces ? Ancient's prophecy to bring into fold of trembling Foretold standing at their threshold love's thresher; combatant the messenger If all else shall fail ? Indubitable, unto His heavens as her Angels whom know.. Quietus with hands full of good tidings this heart and a golden marionette ? Crossing inevitables Mason-Dixon line; cyber space Spirits humanity; poetics Waterloo.

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