And Google Loves Molly
her(e) is an answer to a celebration deserved:
I said it is the ender to the question that craved the ending to this last question
Of self-positioning, wayfaring, rather.
But im on the fence, white and picketing so it leaps in slivers of bitrate undoing, that engine uncoiled, rearing and wrapping, its tentacle arms tickle like so:
celery, cuddleday, define brain damage, digestion,
‘Did she say dream-analyzing?’
Glitter my space, like fotos and lake avenue tea party,
Morgendorfer and mechanical museum with a side of nipple tassles, hehe.
is the post in post-cathexis
the post in postage stamp collection?
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