chunks of flommus
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Tristitia Languorem
metamorphic in waiting
there are cries in distant lies, robed with green and sparkling red, they may lie in my bed, soon to love and caress and
is the bread we have even real?
I just noticed how i’m thinking about the earth again, while most other people just think about themselves. Let us
the last moon count
I thought I won’t write here anymore but now I have no choice? I can’t believe it — The one with the ideas Is
‘save the world, eat some french fries!!’
Save the world, eat some french fries!! Isn’t this what every ad is saying? Stupid enough, you actually believe it? Save
long lost lilac lakes
The wretchedness of there to be no future nor history make me drown in your honey The sugary purple nectar flows in my lungs this





