Wednesday, October 01, 2003

only a little time, runners, express of tools that only you. you are tremendous and doubt is fossile. dabs at the eye in immediate, as the course of empire seems like a rock willing to fall. memories form a dictation in which you. you have claim in the tree, a modest background full of seeds and fruit, lack proper papers. forsworn is a daily combustion nicer than your effort 'today'. you're up for the better. take a swing at that practical sentence you have made, only too dear.

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