Sqinlin in the storm today, a lortide harkened and I call anchor down to land amok the fungerpal. He sits and licken for a clockwork second and a tick head click for it a lock more to the safe shore and I smile - it is not a choice
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Sqinlin in the storm today, a lortide harkened and I call anchor down to land amok the fungerpal. He sits and licken for a clockwork second and a tick head click for it a lock more to the safe shore and I smile - it is not a choice

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escape our sea o'clock lie
escape these half alive
men
escape beneath noxious rain
escape they frantic dead
escape so languid
escape beyond escape
escape back to radiant heaven
but
crawl
My printer decided to perfect its postmodernist cut-up technique instead of actually printing my notes
I have titled these “what have you done, you absolute piece of shit” (left) and “?????????” (right), please enjoy
survey. survey. it’s a lot to say
watched in corners from dark lightbug swide, where hungernhang slumber by the war
squarewise, sadly shifted
down the longwash to fortitude, where high walls rise and
ghosts of persons collapse streetwards
a passage from or to or whence a sinkhole
where dice thrown cards picked wheels spun bets made
guide always to the end
So softly sleeps the sallow-cheeked sir upon the sill, where silent singers sweep slowly. A sigh. And forwards marches the descent, upside the racked cracked hill-bricks that line the runtsize tower. For here the man is kept against his wishes, hope bereft, and a following but of bugs is all he has. Where once stood Animelopes, the frost-held guard of melodies, now footsteps mark the ground along the way. The rivers run much slower here, and nothing changes over years, except for fickle lives led through the leaves. So swaddled in his morning-cloths, the barred baron breaks his borrowed breaths, and wakes upon the morrow's death, for future viewers see him all the same. His eyes beholding little more than shadows of the sea-side shore, he stares outside the windows of his halls. And there he stands for once a while and watches ships that o'erglide horizons and portopenings afar.

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So when the fixes arrive and they solve all the faults. then will you glance award? Naught shuffles, naught prizes. It is a sole singular, hinged on murk and quiet quality where waves of totals come after waves of hides.
so turn it.
You summit, and you trough. The lost hours rack up in an instant, and the past speeds along. Streaks of light on every side, a pinprick to the forway - sadly, there is no choice in the matter. It is hills all the way to the end.
Hi it's been a week I've spent the time learning and it's worth it. See more I know any fuel and water. They do not work in heaven
Hey not to blue this whole thing wide open but We're all gonna sure some day and I don't know how to feel about that or waning rise that's happening
hi lads I'm feeling sads and lacking inspiration what do i do?
Skip it and do again, the last turn was just for fun Not in the standard sense but in a twisted view, All you do, Was lost to the outdoors, a brand new cue A fresh new start but your mind is in blue Colour darker in thought than in presence when your eyes comprehend A sort-of discussion erupted this lesson Word hit so fast got a mild concussion Borrow gems or stones for a thicker skin, at least that's a start. That's where you begin.

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Post chance you are gone Slot machine entry one value unit Now I've chance to chance bonus extra avid you gained a score Are you a fan
Situation
You’re on the moon no oxygen but you're going soon lots of phlegm blocking the air can't escape trachea protection UV over eyes bundled cables summer fries
atmospheric jump system boundless shuttle outside left gone down the dredge and through Now into perplexed nations they stare your hair a fair statement made "not cool, wade"
who? me? That's not me, see, I'm not he I'm the centre of it the lonely shark the one in the sea when it's all gone dark the sun has left us we failed it's task and now in twilight forever
we bask
Junsey
the portent you carried that day when you saw was greater than i or others could ignore because the near future was going to rust and so within you we must all place our trust
for your slinking feelings are burning the rope that keeps us connected to slivers of hope and losing that now is what keeps us alive your junsey and happiness; keys to survive
so hide your slight smattering swiftly my son behind your back burning bright, boiling your skin until the tough trials and tasks are all done and then we are free from our own hurtful sin
haha
quartic fixture backed themselves into a corner, and were scared of the consequences blurting out own mistakes (lost memories or turned consciousness) in an attempt to refix their own confidences
no solo full alone
worst outcome, you're the stone the rock the platform and the tree that fell last night
that was it it was gone
Inter national dream fuck Burnt rubber oil trail Circuit bent voicebox Leaving town killer standing don't trace me can't face me goat salt lick climbing addiction tempted with lasting subsistence the desolate echo sleeps within but burn once again and burn off the skin underneath dressed in white pale enemy known find hate or exceed the secret hatred seed sown

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Solution to Diendality
Unfortunately for those who know, they suffer from an ability to see all angles and all ends. This will not do, for some; the great and unparalleled uncertainty of ending is the ultimate in their view, and by ascending they have wrought ruination upon it themselves. Strangely, the security locks of the mind (do not think too hard on these or risk blank) do not prevent such a turnaround of events, due to the subnatural inclusion of the concept of consent (the use of the term consent has hereby been approved for use within this document by the Altio Company, who so graciously subsidise our daily diction) as this has great power over beings in the thought-perception-matrix.
And so a solution was proposed: Hank Grandfall (surgered son of Chariot and Blade) perceived a device, becustomed with powerful gears and inner-rotation mechanisms, which allows a temporary reduction in perception. Preventative measures /those significant enough to be declared/ are alone in their case as they permit only passage of safe thoughts. A benefit of Grandfall’s Millennium Charter allows permittance of all thoughts through rotation reflection, as to which no prefaced solution has previously provided.
This information has been mined from a tome of mechanical solutions^
I know a secret place down in the docks, it slips within the current of your thoughts, for a second cresting, then sinking below for a subconscious breath. you catch it when you walk along, but no one hears or answers. it lies in your had a motionless wreck - you have killed it, swine! For it once gamboled and joyfully played but had such a sensitivity about it that a moment's notice was too long.
Swathe! he cries to the crowds of cronies, they become one with the land . ./ they don't appreciate you like i do, said the folds within your neurones / Never a more silenced trio did appear, but the three who existed along the time were so frightened and fearful they spoke but a peep.
We welcome you to our home! It is a lovely place for all to see / but you should not be trusted and they should not be here, said the folds within your neurones / And we'd love to help you stay for now!
Please take what you can, or at least what you must, for the lost boys and girls who can sweetly dance for tuppence upon the shoreline have called to you again. You are invited to their dance / but you should not go, for they are against you in time, said the folds within your neurones / And it is a most beautiful sight for those who see!