Without the porous reduction of alphabets, of consonants, UrText is not a repellant, nor a misnomer. Literal undertaking of a silent landscape. All the telephones died today, and even Mr Gray seems not quite up to snuff. I sneeze into clouds into color into funnel. In tune with fun! The giant gila monster looks on. UrText is acidic, unclaimed, stripped of valence. Neither or Nor. Enveloped in vellum, delightful light to see anything by, never one vowel is a solitary convoy. Dream again about the AgitMonsters of infinity, a river passes thru the one city that is not on the map. My feet hurt often, and my mouth is dry has cotton-mouth. What is the difference between a flag and her lips? Both wave, part and participant in sleeping cells deeper into milking skin of degrees. But soft, the fair Allegra comes!
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