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Who wants to read my project?

Milo Willamson

Android Expert
Techincally its been online for more then twenty years, I have it on my drop box account now.
I just updated it and kindly removed such dumb words together.
Anyone want to read a spellbook conjoined with a Sci-Fi twisted comic book, that can
lead into different areas of the human mind? :)

Leave a comment below so I can know, who is intrested in reading it :)
 
A taste:

"eyes of the machine" Venomonous python.
Recoiling without knowing whom is fighting within, asking from our own eggshell,
retortations as we push all the way upwards in a phantoms blade, cut it all
off from what it occurs from an apple tree, each branch is a recoiled memory,
asking from our own shining onwards between anything that is gathering upwards.

Escaping our own witnessing in these small children, as they lay out of each,
covenionations behind another trouble, looking outwards and knoing how much it is, a strange
gahtering over, annoucing outwards and resounding there, it was a mania problem,
they knew it was ever escaping in these houses, a manical troubleing in these type writer, behind another murderous range, it felt more then a lower draw bridge.
We shoot all the arrows to the knee caps, as ending it was cycled,
haunting and knowing how much faster they ever unwound...
 
Not sure if constructed or changed too much. Hard to tell without knowing the rest. This is how I saw it going though

"eyes of the machine" Venomonous python.
Recoiling without knowing whom is fighting within our own mind. Retributions as we push all the way upwards in a phantoms blade. Cut it all off like stripping an apple tree, each branch is a recoiled memory. Asking from our own diluted memory between anything that is gathering onwards and upwards.

Escaping our own sight of these small children as they lay out of reach.
Knowing the reason behind the trouble, looking outwards and knowing how much it's a strange feeling. Realizing what you you did and finally accepting it was a mania problem.We knew it was always escaping a manical troubleing in this writer. Behind another murderous rage, it felt bad luring them in but we lowered the draw bridge for an easy shot. We shoot all the arrows to the knee caps, as once they were down it was guaranteed to hit them between the eyes.
Haunted by knowing how much faster they never unwound...
 
Not sure if constructed or changed too much. Hard to tell without knowing the rest. This is how I saw it going though

"eyes of the machine" Venomonous python.
Recoiling without knowing whom is fighting within our own mind. Retributions as we push all the way upwards in a phantoms blade. Cut it all off like stripping an apple tree, each branch is a recoiled memory. Asking from our own diluted memory between anything that is gathering onwards and upwards.

Escaping our own sight of these small children as they lay out of reach.
Knowing the reason behind the trouble, looking outwards and knowing how much it's a strange feeling. Realizing what you you did and finally accepting it was a mania problem.We knew it was always escaping a manical troubleing in this writer. Behind another murderous rage, it felt bad luring them in but we lowered the draw bridge for an easy shot. We shoot all the arrows to the knee caps, as once they were down it was guaranteed to hit them between the eyes.
Haunted by knowing how much faster they never unwound...





The first few trillion i did was like a tribute to those who served, in the war. I nearly forgot that information, I was super exhausted last evening :) This was like a rushed half project anyways if you want to read the earilest of them all.

Well my f.b. account has the earilest of them, use the mobile app to access them, when on the laptop it freezes like gives you a few bars on searching :)
 
"eyes of the machine " astroprices.
seeking in betwen these, far ending to rewound yet to happen, without saying you are sorry for something different, for an unrelated season, invitations, and have around exoctic villians, reclaim in our own fight having more then what is it right, weakling have more. We are all fall in more.

"3 2 1 countdown begun.. by time we reached to 0, we all smiling without teeth, exciting behind yet to fal apart."

in our own sorry behind your smile, behind and sharper keyholes, an wearklings, holding into our own glides.

A restless hopelessness, until they are climbing invintations cut all the bullshit.

invited these fall backer ones, when it dances in mid air, catch in all want, was something more feeling different, withering adverations, in all weakeness and moving backwards, endless clattered and still the stains are growing below the activations, motivations, we can never uninvted asking wards spinning forward leaving our own thoughtlessness, in the bellows behind even wint...



Here is something about space. It is also sometimes about space.
 
Winter Pepper : V : paper snakes.

Gave the secretive operatives a canon storyline, in between
all different aspects and crawling away from each feild,
returning around inside our own feeling,
behind yet another arrow shot to the knee.



Before these changes and ahead of what it feels,
even a crying face,
without many tears,
is even more then what it felt better,
rewound and excat pinpoint area,
knowing how fast these fluxuations activated.


behind any smuged expression,
have there is to tame, a doom machine.
Well concealed it all, behind yet another fold, listening to all
different kinds of rules and strange ablities, over confindent and hidden
when is the topple of a neutrual bound yet another annoying head...




-another one-
 
Techincally this girl I have been writing was a warthog first, with just a book laying around in the ground.
As Adventures rolled on this probably fits her character the best.
You all, are the Very first who will read this. Freshly typed.


Harvey's autobiographic: page one : Cave:

we all endter before slit throughout these perfect, inside these commanding throughout, our own sliding and knowing, faster then how longer if it was around, between different areas, of each machine I have - I still wonder how fast different our own thoughtless, and acting faster then the stage will debut the film, as minutes seem much longer then it prospoed to duration of words ever wrote. I am suffering though slowly as my rotting family becomes even less then how itself feels even flesh, acting and stump on this question.

Even though my own husband is cheating on me, even by thoughtitself from an apple key in our ownhands, in between our own fist, I still hear the nightmares rolling in, like a different style of movies, I still feel different from how long it was.

I first thought it was just the t.v. or earth that I visited in my head, but I felt a puddle underneath my legs, as it increesed sized wish it felt evil, but it was a cesepool in their own eyes, an army or even an airforce can feel the gravity of coming home, still knowing how fast it felt, even in this deep slow motionless walk. Expressionless at the face of all vile, scum lower then the earth, upriven throughout these diamond can never pertain to.
Somehow the case got even more complex, each murder become something more sinister, moths - bats even in a quick pace in our own laughter. Inside our own possessions, it was an ancor more then how it was. "


"Who is willingly to give me as a family routiene, no matter how much sparkling it was dancing, from our own secretive weapons to even it was warning even a better target. Throughout everything it was never able to know, faster then how long these thoughts was ****ing stupid, I was an warthog now I am a human girl, who is seemingly mistaken for a floor model at a car dealership."



(C) 2019.
 
One of my longer ones.



"eyes of the machine" chat chat, understanding rainbow:

Almost famous was never forgotten until that one fatal accident,
running away with scisscors in their right hand, holding a sun card in the left, holding suitcases of emotional baggages. Crossing the railroads of tomorrow, forget what is left to over come intoxcinations of spiral.


fluidless corspes survived in a glanced over mirror; enveloped our entrusting laughing missles, in photographical images plastered in lingeration, symatechic issues, swallowing little icons, over her glance of tiny planets.
In a glance of shimmering toxications, we wanted there.

Able to filled without desirable thoughts, embezzeled egnima wallpappers, when it enters throughout these momento's climbing away from herself.
All they ever wanted was a different emotion, growing from the air waves, applying in much chronological compassionate in the notes, even though they where never feeling better. Here is what they had to say:

Rainbow:
"I do not want to type it up in a status of somewhere, that i will regret later on, i shall partaken into write on wordpad, or any type of microsoft works out there, to see how it sounds first, before making a mockery fighting amongst each ending to changed a wheel.

Still feeling better as they come, and knowing when it edged it all out, a muskrat masks inside our turmoils gearing up from yet another side quest, oh why the living **** did isau had to enject directly in my bicep?"
She jumped ten feet in the air, pointed and had a panic attack, sat back down and cover her face over and over, until five seconds from that Millia knocked on her door, and said "Haidseako, its Millia, mind if I come in?"
"Alright, let me open the door for you." she done so.

Millia:
"thank you, how are you feeling girl, I brought Roger around also Pappa Murphy's cowboy special. With a two liter of pepsi. Can't you believe the weather we are having today?"
"No shit, aww hey Roger, how are you ?"

Roger (he is a black lab.)
wags his tail in his monolauge he speaks with her, utlizing isau:
"I am doing alright, sound like you where out of control with your isau, whats been bothering you?"

Rainbow responds to both of them, she showed them her resportorary was a bit shorten by breath, as these cooled down methods begun, she scratched Roger's fur.


He layed down on his back, paws up with a happy expression on his face,
yips for a little while, but quickly stops, "Thanks girl, needed that, okay let me put my paw up there, stop the attack."

As he does, she felt warm within.
Millia put in the pizza, as it preheats the oven just a little bit, lets it warm it up while warming up the product, poured in the drinks inside her tervis mugs, put them on the table, Roger did the second spell - transfigurmation to make himself human form.

Rainbow meanwhile noticed it caused no harm for either of them, noticed her book was enough to cool down, a la cellphone.
"So thanks for helping me out Roger, I done my alone time way too much, isau started to freak the shit out of me eariler. So what you guys want to watch?"
"spirited Away uncut edition"
As the movie begun to play on her dish, they grabbed a bucket of queso dip, Harry and David Tortios chips, with Moose munch caramel for after snack drinks, at around eight p. as each person become something different.
In the shadow they possessed by each linerage, catch and knowing when it ends and celebrated their own expressions attaching more..






(By the way, my sister own puppy was inspiration for this, also I had two golden labs when I was younger too.)
 
Please give me feedback okay people :)
So I can know what to take out and what to, add in,
if you want to really help me, comment on my blog as well as here :)
I spammed twitter and f.b. about it!

Bookmark and inbox me so we can callobrated on it!
Gracius,
M.
 
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