(from the Loss Lieder)
as crypto goes to blanching in the park it might be a matter of info-temblor finds odd ducks to gatherings, don’t you nope how a luna sinking gonna likely beget umbra pallor fashion? over by the cracked sideways down a Dutch courageous elm streets, i found the ethnic grouping there waiting by the grocery lists and shattered grass at the wave-side, i thanked them as they pulled off the gloves Homer goes nodding at the convulse did you realize they keep changing which way you’re supposed to drive down there? nouns go to adverbs like feelings go to whistlings it’s just a freak w a bic scribbling gall for Caesarism at the mild point where they afric or the least can help sleep gnat, it means odd syllabics get your time trod fame slatherings even mild hummer stalling over possible models for a rawboned break not bounce in this know how the system cavorts, one stop for tapes is an analogue to alien pincushions i see how i got there from here i just don’t under-yawn how ya gonna get back to sampling that backing track moving slowly backwards means: they have many deals for us, she looked into the mass of biograph data pulled rank, slum relations are near as a folder; i can shut it up & label it
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