and after a fraction of time well spent in front of a totem, one realize that he is, in fact, part of a whole solar system circumnavigating the whole wheat field which lie burnt at the hands of a mere tick.
and then; another. well done.
fireworks and what? oh it's just the air brushing against your legs.
on a final note: gold isn't exactly gold when tempered and synthesized and hypothesized into a misshapen blob.
oh well, to each his own.
and then; another. well done.
fireworks and what? oh it's just the air brushing against your legs.
on a final note: gold isn't exactly gold when tempered and synthesized and hypothesized into a misshapen blob.
oh well, to each his own.
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