Right-angled

POURRRRRRRR
some little grace on me. row rickety raggy bones down in the spheric of bright eyes. that dude who goes aggro, come on soapbox all that’s left is a pot of hearty gold. back and forth, back and forth, murder your worth. like half of exotic locale and demonic morale we seep in the kinked of royales. groucho groucho were you really macho.

p.s.

as i post this, out comes “The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” Gustave Flaubert – on the sidebar. downright funny, cause it cannot be any more wrong. i do nonsense. some i don’t comprehend let alone believe in. discovery. what discovery? writing is creation, a play. it’s after-thoughts, a clay.

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