The Laws, as Montesquieu said...
Was there a nun?
Ply.
I know that a s/imple world drops.
Clive
Why
is
this a pest?
Working l
a pheeling, deal with a savior pope is a stick called Sartre drunk on oh shit, keys . I like topping a S/
A wo
a lasted shonto easy junk.
Quislings guest is tuff is Bobo.
I saw duff a fuck gave money to her almond. Troubles diesel give a lam/issue
where drams dees it is . land dries its herds.
phailure pulls me into a train. WE. Poem.
lace cease wosher. Marsha P. and a lo/r/ch. I keep running a woman to her trees in my flowers are people, cold , typing without a bird or glove. Seek her when you are free and ffalack. Kiss a sore cold is not death. E e death is a tank working as a hustlwe. I gave you trees. Shark is alive, here. Peace to you. I love you. A word.
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