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the about, paged and buzzed, in crowds, visuals lucent, tele communted and sentenced, as in a run on.

its very, and likely, liked, a thousand times or less, to know, the few, who hear can, see hey who you, and et. al, but that pointed hat isn't fit, on its own, professor, here's a coconut they jest, and some sandels. jesus!

but any way is a slight improvement im proved or meant to, and so forth as for one too many, down a an escaped hatched plan 9 from outer space, barred from, between the lettering, let it ring. ring.

no more secrets is more so than that, but actually no more tangles, neither bubbles, although still as rounded.  a brief pause adjusts for the boxer to dress left, for members only, or so it is measured in the dress shop, well suited, for an occular occasional specacle, then agian someday.

what is what, again is one or more trying to say, indeed the fluffery and .. the gap gets wider without the brain sparky enough to make the most basic connection, the electrical ooze hits its neighboring gluons for a bit more of tied muckery and dimly fires off several ideas which obtain a nowhereness, neigher seen or experienced, but known to all, time suck that that which is.

and so the plaque is what we're up against, to whatever tissue which .. searches for the right word when we really know its right over just there, if we'd only look first, but in avoidance or extra nescecity to spell i typed uprigh excited, meaningfulness gaps spaces to enjoy the remainder of the chemical, offshot from the combustion of matter of non-factoids and experimentation during a particular easy and incomplete transactional conversion of stimulant to stimulas, which, as stated, states the mind, in its own state, where we are in california as a point of referencial difference cloud which google earth may be pleased to capture from space at this very moment, through a tiny apeture on a box from . . a space which the spatial is both stationed and airy.

did we get a pop this time? pop it again to check, oh no, that's a dud, or did it pop elsewhere, perhaps it was meaning to, or has made its way to the queue of things to move, when the rest is no unrest and moves on its own, through a choice, ironically that damned chicken again.. why so many eggs, or were you counting AND losing them, you dumb hen, with a cluck, or whibble, hum.

the checks, unbalance the ins and comms, pleated, yeah way to divide us up, eh, words?  ok than, abbreviate that, for what was that? stands for.. etc.

the metre runs only to the end of the line, where the carriage returns it like a pumpkin with only one slipper and a young lady.  oh I prefer a cherry pie, she might say, as the clock hits midnight and she's got her ride home. pop.  in any event.

so the end written in the middle, is actually the middle, still, before, which is odd because that which supplants time grows weary, like a garden gnome which stands for no particular reasoning, of the gerund kind and like.

if only this could be real, or a time of, but the editor, those are your toes, aren't they neught, tapping from a map left to right and upside down, in deeds of split gerunds, infinitives are slightly beyond the periscope of that sub, mapped, or was it dom perigon, or just, nevermind.

so play with words all you'd like, its just a sandbox which I ate as a child, played by myself and won as well.  is it true, or is the test false to start, xor is only bit wise and never had a nibble.  decimated integers in the 70s, when computers without.. the well and whatever, so anyway it was epoch, as if new again. good start 666 permissions granted.

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so when we stop, we are discovered that nothing has actually been done, but justly, on that right and left sided dice, flat, is what we've spent, our coin'd wordplay, that should be a bio, interests include, and all its offshoots, yes. full stop.

entropy and cryptography. well enough said there.  its like you feel now, a rumbling of data which even when it passes through electrics, confuses the hell in and around every bank transaction or naught-e secret, good for is enough.

in finality, the end is a repetation, otherwise it would keep going.. the machine which breaks down did not make any final good decisions, did it?  well you can ask - its that metal cluster of buckshot that the admins fired, and openly at with the a top empty of tin.

and with that.. the pieces of reesed ET alien laboratory extra terrerament, tourn'd and played disc wars for your pleasure in the 80s, and TROFF was very very BASIC, take a PEEK.

this was and still, silled, celled molecularities brief and within a sequence which never sometimes reads the same way back and in wards of portside, hums that tuned pitch, forked like the git or commited, thusly straight and jacketed, bumbled be cause, that's it hon, for now anyway, the hexical lexical cookie jar is where pooh bear, why him? because it fits on the shelf with the other books, so book it, as in a slight tick in the neck, ediquette, turned turnequette to staunch on hind leggings, pond fronds wither spoon, super fly lily frog spotted you, the owl, in a window pane from the sky of, eh lucy, we see your horns, you horny creamy apature of raisens on the floor as the droppings of rabbit, humps your leg at cocktail parties ruth libby one million.  take that, replace it with this, put it on the menu, and it will sell, at half price waterhouse, robuck was neigher a sear, and I should full on leather jacket stop.  and will i.  the voice was is and a bother, aqua q and this is a slightly dewey ashed segment of our city wide indexed air quality fair, for you today, c 3 w