Some of the ravines in the vales of everywhere and no where is nothing but a triangulation of ideas and concepts which naturally emerges out of nowhere significant and insignificant otherwise incomplete and revolutionary democratic party in the times of linen clubs and pink dressers full of buckling duckling and gerbils walking in the ghost town owl night of omen nothing to do but keep the paradiddle on with brass briscket cases full of non-issues and larvae.
Then the bile keeps returning to the bile land of vomitorium, wading deep, lurking in the deep and learning many behaviours, eyeing from the void.
I really need to sort myself out like a garden manicure, pruning prunes from prune land. Knuckleheads always do dumb things. Crop failure does not produce predictable children. Inarticulate temperance.
Simply incarnating here, choosing to be here, is an act of service. The qualitativeness of this qualitativeness is indeed filled with all sorts of qualitative and quantitative qualia. Like VB, it doesn't matter from Central Asia and elaborate negotiations. Toward production for what world markets called consumer dependence and post classical societies.
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