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Post by rorschalk on Sept 8, 2023 19:29:22 GMT
As I've said each time befuddlement has pushed me toward the battlements of disillusion or dissolution, however your psychologic vs. material distinctions tickle your innards not unlike the past distributions of the motto of Mountain Dew is branded across the pop culture reel stuck in permanent nostalgia mode inside my gobber went:
"This mornings unprecedented solar eclipse is no cause for alarm!"
Twas a cap sent by a Wilcox titled with Romance, though sent with Grit that caused all manner of unintended disclosures to rear their ugly head out the bonus holes dancing round my understandably and temporally diminished perceptions. Again, I hole no grudges seeing as how it saved me 50 dollars with which I can now go to the grocery store and buy at least three loaves of bread, or a box of buckwheat and a dozen eggs, perhaps a tub of butter so I can hustle up some hotcakes for the morning break fast. Avast and fare thee well, I must away, exuent stage middle, wherefore I go over the horizon into the hills beyond ... maybe, could be, all for naught... I cannot say. Away! Away! I must away. Played off the stage with the sound and fury of the ruffling flourishes of 21 kazoos!
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