Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Post Haste..
If I was to copulate with a cow and suddenly become a respected mind of his time, you must slam my face into a bookshelf. This is the need of genius as known for thousands of years of great heartfelt mutilations. I am standing still and the cliff holds me for your hug. I was best loved as a baby anyway. Today in spite of things I work in the salt mines and do inner work. Call me a fool, but i am also an idiot. So inside aligators and elevators I must spend the rest of this existence speaking riddles to tickle your inner innards till someday you will become a chicken with your very own gizzard. That's the actual dilemna anyway. Send fan mail fast.
Data Giant!
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