To what chronicled emulsification do we owe our deepest thanks? Must we stop to placate the rabbit when her plans are to propagate the lacquered hue and turn it violently inward? Every nuance instigates the murderous defect, and brings its supplicated to an irreparable deformation. Even by this charge, the moment is fueled by a course far more corrupt, and sinister than we may ever know. Cant you feel the lurch of a massive counter, the leaded substances of dark matter in the crotch of a giant wheel? It is the whiskers of a bottom feeder gaping in the pitch of Nyx. To know the Illumination of a wish, and to see the fruition of this seed: Does one not greedily covet then this solstice as it warms the skin? NayI wish to burn the clouds with this gaze, and fan the silken treatise as a whisper throughout the trees. I want to scream along the rooftops to appease those forsaken Lords, and shower the girdled insides of a phosphorescent compass with a kiss.
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