>this is how pen wants to live and to heave, and to die just like quid and i felt a little something fall out of my ear and then i tasted metal and passed out was this your doing your fyp doesnt look like this by default
were literally right off the coast was clear to all thinking people that the need for human drudgery, and therefore to a great extent for human inequality, had disappeared.
oh boy I wonder to myself a lot: "Now is it true, or is it not, "That what is which and which is what?" On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.