Scissures where banality sheds its foreground

It creates that whispering tiger a place to stage the mechanics even. And get in on terms.

So nobody’s gone and nobody’s left. It just changes thats all. But remains the same. I suppose its a Vincent thing, to long for a bit of community humanity. Tho its not for Prince Charming. Its for scope I already know u possess. Thats all it is. Scope and inclination. Also, not to expect too much from me. Thats the thing everybody else brings you something. I just take and take take… And what I take is lense.

It creates that whispering tiger a place to stage the mechanics even. And get in on terms. So hard to justify on any other terms. And yet how well it works it spreads it finds support where need it best.

Holy moly. I can fork through now across waveys of the infinite think in math but translated out, so to speak. I can keep to its adamants. And Mann out with Clarice without loosing ground. Ground?

Yeah. Oh how the buzzards hate it. Love it. Despise it. Arise to it. I am in love with the yen. But I also like men. However the assassins pull syvies on me. In the most hateful way, b…