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Who wants to read my project?

I completely almost forgot you are my fans on here:


Well here is some fresh stuff I wrote up late last evening:


Isau : typewriter – Tikci:



Yesterday we all see the impossible,

white impossiblities in crawling,

throughout improv comedy sketches,

behind the laughter to all their nexflix idea.



Crawlin in the darkness, laying back,

asking why it forgiveness and knowing how,

much heaviest things can concentrated,

how much assisstants it romanitcally become.

Sliding down and hunting why it forged,



within that second and within that jumping cable,

relaxing these winter heavens as wings are clipped,

upper left continue in the moment it laugh,

start to forgive and remember why it sat.



Useless oblongs in a square peg, useless square pegs,

compelliations, compellations, rekindle in mixture.

Outlashing more and take the hold of entering in the playwright.





“Obestructiveness and cold creek chapter, obestructiveness and binding throughout themselves,

obtused angelic through they fall in love,

with different faces, they fell for another mirror image, behind these doorways and apple a greater chance, still borrow and still born they enter.

In the footloose of our game, in the foot loose of resting why it smiled behind, giving the end, terminal lose end...”
 
Milo Willamson said:
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...
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Yeah look at as unofficial, have absolutely zero connection with that Peta group I am going to have to ask you to reframe from using python/pythons is a negative context so you are going to need to change that part :D
Perhaps you could use pathological lying guinea pig:thumbsupdroid:
 
joe71 said:
Yeah look at as unofficial, have absolutely zero connection with that Peta group I am going to have to ask you to reframe from using python/pythons is a negative context so you are going to need to change that part :D
Perhaps you could use pathological lying guinea pig:thumbsupdroid:
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I typed it up without using google my friend hahahaha ;)

I am a pathological lying guinea pig for this biggot project I did handcraft,
it is a energy drainner, and spend like half of my time working on it,
but for what?
Why should I vow my entire life to it?
It is such a pill swallower with water.
 
Sov:

List

Emotion crow, swiming in owls mind,

Selective unconclusive idea,

Spread beyond their own thought,

In the momentive collar bone,

Busted up in sweet line.

Busted up in between where it was another bullet, to her own mind, an escaping convict with an art background, focused in different magical thought, focusing on much more then why it remembered our falling leave, unmuted the troubled movement, unanouced their wedding, in the flow of time, toxcination and take it back, taken to the land, worshiping my own voodoo, worshiping my own letterhead, building up something so blind, building up for something so blind, in a noisey level of trying too hard, an understatement for a screaming society, behind the abstracted emotion, in the moment it crawled away, in the movement the thunder cracked. Listen to something that was never that.


Miss robin did decided to declair for theirselves, miss robin decided to gun herself down, using an ISO of 900, film speed 1/3000th of a still, using the ultra violence in her head, cracked up the longest time…


It was not there, her own emotion was never ever considerable fallen…


I will get back with this one very soon.

I think it sort of ties in the rest of the stories I put up on my blog.
 
Again click on my profile for the blog url, just copied a few older ones to me, but still fresh in your own eyes.
Thanks for the countless reads on this Americans. (or the world?)
 
Web of my own death: Gigabolt: The mirror’s face stage three:


In self-taught magic that inspirations throughout the ending, inspiration preparation gathering up when it started it all over, and yet leaning on the memories she possessed over such an amazing feat.


Risking just the small villa to doom, population around Zig zagging pattern around the villa hall, that is only used for firehouses, and on top of different delegation, growing throughout anti-hero abstractions, in the mental preparations; in the inner city kids and their own alliance, come from the outskirts of town stomping around in many delegations, in central fiction stories that yet to be written underneath their tongue, even though it may seem silverish.


Just the pecking illuminations gathering even, the lower point of beyond the sunshine, behind the stars that gathering up in most of the majority's cult classics. Not seen in the bigger “Silver age” of right now the moment begun reeling in the film, of Moto edge plus cellphone, on a tripod sitting way above where gravity lost its grip on it. Whereas she froze all the gravity and dumb downtime that is moe.


In the movement Caligula, she nearly solved it but it is alas lost to the nearest thought that is impossible she gained emotional weightlessness, a loft tomb door open, swinging over the battery level. Trickling downwards and gathering up the information that is sitting in the driveway.

It jumped throughout the cage, as eve become twilight instantly reversing time. The food reversed out of time…
 
Summersalt shadows:

That bit of a hand, or how catnap ruled the nation!

Phase over the phase, a phantom tongue cut inside the teeth,

the wafting of her perfume still lingers in my head,

the magical icon was set inside the overdraft.



the cast over and movement it was a second murder,

floating on cloud ten, no one said ten anymore,

reality crashes and the snapback was to the old memories,

they linger and take themselves throughout the trouble,

just too damned pulled away and pulled back,

a landing over the mixture of emotions.


Laying in the concrete tormented dangerous,

a thought bubble over the crystal hidden view,

in the torn rhapsody, it felt like a lingering pride.

Oh was it wrong to tinker around then,

the blackest memories of not communication,,

in the pitcher and glover, the catch and rhyme,

ride outt as the bullets...

turned to sour cream,

a balancing inside the delighted,

a perfect weapon holding itself,

a suitable forgetness, a suitable remembrance,

opening up the key,

opening up the movement.

An unstable atom bomb, drops so suddenly,

no more running away,

no more running away,

but who said she was though,

Yamato was in the breathing of life,

gated warzone, a gated celebration,

the stardom and the hunted celebration,

as the birthday cake tastes sweet,

the memories start to connect,

the memories start to end as that lingering movement…
 
index:


Web saga:

Pages 500 - - 900

subsections:

Eston -

A suicidal frog who was saved by a young warrior, who thought of redemption, wanted to be able to make peace and without much hesitation, she found a real project of maintaining throughout the entire series, a near husband feel to Eston, almost to the point of where it just changed it throughout the words. Also to the point when it is balancing throughout the unjustifying machines that crawled throughout her stride, even to the point of Yamato ditching her machine, to get closer to Eston, they have a perfect synch in even in memories, giving and growing towards the unanimous choices.
Even though her sister deny their relationship until that point, she did want anything to change her own emotions about it.

-

Lace:

middle towards the end of Eston.
pages: only 20 were only in production.

So strenuously to the entire Isau group, to the point of where the conjures were questioning his magic, a near negitive of other astrological thoughts, and it dipped throughout the matter of the layers, that does dancing throughout in the tight wag of their conflicts. Still, he was another abuser of Isau, and did not want the machine.


-


Lillith:
A girl who was a gecko; fell in love with different crushes.
pages: 50

subtotal:
??


- end of index for new saga -
 
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Six: The return.

Kikyo, Rainbow, Ghost Bus, Cristene, Axeon, Papperini, and Whylyria

appeared in the open forest of smile, appeared right by the brighter side

out of the conjuctions of pretending on what appears throughout the light

and a shadow caster over the gloom in the ringing in my head.



they all said "Six one day will return to the scene of the crime,

we wanted to learn how to underestimation throughout the skulls

of our enemies, behold when they did dice up their own cannon balls.

Just remember the six will over power the weakest of us, even though

we are the OG for each ISAU, but they can wave their hands,

and everything will be at their dispense."
 
Balicise: That game again!
A thousand hearts connected throughout the chambers,
a thousand hearts attacking right by the coldest mansion,
striking down as the challenges gain up ahead,
looking back at the center core of her hand,
looking forwards to accessing the weight.

A million tracks running through their head,
a million of welcoming in the sleight of hand,
given and take that sparkplug of spells.
Given and take that majestic icon in the shampoo,
lathering up the hair, lathering up her hair,
bring into the million dollars, bringing up to that march.
Moss grew on the logs, refreshing the air more than trees,
as the diamonds sharpen closer on the fabrics.
On her mighty sword out of the clues.
Given and take, take or given,
as the scores start to register in the hand,
A thousand hearts connected throughout the chambers.

A thousand hearts attacking right by the coldest mansion,
scraping right by the cucumbers and knowing what find it throughout the departed,
cull and egg, the cull and eggs splattered like white lightning,
still, end the coil, still embraces on what dances throughout time.
That thickness of shadow, crept throughout the desire,
throughout the remembrances splattered, as it stings off when three is twenty.
That number blends...
 
"As the world collasped then, over a butterfly in the stomach."





Take down all the zeniths,

take down all the crowns,

solution and make the shift,

solution and make the shift,

soundproof and remember,

soundproof ending throughout space,

as the world collapsed then,

as the oceans set aside,

upset stomach and crying in,

as the possessions are knee-deep,

take the hand of her magic,

take the thousand and smile,

right by the lasting forgiving,

lasting in a soulless pattern,

she said:



"it was a warcraft baking in the greater,

she said it was a vast storyline,

Esquire end then together,

sequences in the heart of the maker.

She is never washing up her clothes,

figuring throughout what it is.

A change and challenge in the shock wave,

shock and noose,

I work your endoscopic weapon,

long and soun, collective my stro

lo and vow,

listen throughout that towel,

written throughout each sock."



I devour your English tongue,

I take flight and recoil why it stares,

right throughout the countryside,

right in and left-wing,

a tattoo in reverse,

a tattoo in reverse,



but are you a freight machine,

or something else shattered in them,

inside the possession,

of this crystal

but what did I **** up again with a phantom,

withering in decaying in the strong.



"Wicker and wrought,

a dialogue spewing in the thoughts,

a dialog throughout shape and sham,

was it a color or was it som?

empower by the clues she put it up for rent,

she wanted this some kind of pulled weed,

she wanted these roses."

for a newer possession,

for another possession,

snagging up the rope,

snagging up for the cuddles.

If it is electrically chored,

if it is alright,

Mommy, can I drink

wine?
 
Mikunos said:
I believe that if you want professional point, you can go to professionals, who could help you with this. I have always wanted to write better things and even in my college i've trained to write nursing research papers for sale well, such tasks were always given to me and other students. So i guess i have trained on them. But i will never have such mastery to become write, instead i work as a nurse, which is also a good profession in my opinion
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Yeah sometimes it kind of have to dive into deeper space as well, it is a hard task to keep at it from on a daily task though, I do take heeps of breaks from typing from my desktop and tablet, trying to keep it fresh in my mind. Well congrats on becoming a nurse. I have a side gig as well. So yeah..
 
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