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FiNALLY ! if u dont clap your Hands in time with the beat of the drum ! well ... pennies in a ... well ... u end up landing on a different fragment of the metered mater ... the illusion .. MAYA ! the generous brook ... cant u hand me a meter ? ... can u find any inches lying around ... could u pluck one out o the ground ænd hand it to me ? ... they're growing by the dozen ! ... but with out lids, oh yeah that jar is gonna cost ya pal ... new fire flies, new moths, new ants by the second ... spawning from the alma mater of a gregOrious situation that stinks to high heaven of art and white walled rules ... what the hell is a stock photo any way !?! ... he took a couple onions, a slew of infinite pages, a cookie cutter, some pay-per-view, some celery, a new toy or product or peace of your god damned soul, (no carrots because THiS MAFUNKER cant eat ANY sugarh ahhahhahhahahha) (p.s.parenthesis ( AiNT SHiT SWEET up in dis world)) ... some spices ... and bam ! just like Emeril Lagrossea u got a formula for instantaneous infinite ingredient-any-direction-super-diluted-ready-made-canned-laughter-stock-happy-daily-birthday-maddness ... either way ... somehow ... that lil child ... standing in the void ... shehes making connection ... with what? who knows ... does it matter ... well yes ... everything is made of that stuff ... so i guess it shouldnt matter ... its all the same really ... who knows ... hopefully a gergArious relfection as the unique mirror you are ... sorry mister maykures .. snooze u loose ... looks like ur getting pushed back to lloon's day ! hahahahahha
a slow pain staking explanation of the bink tine mines ... some old text ... perhaps still relevant ...
frozen frequencies
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