what a beautiful market.
deception, envy, ivy, progress in my space, relief.
a sphereological distress signal of unhappened youth disorder pertaining deliberate income fatalities and dividing emotional blur distractions.

heartdisruption apologies untanned.

we love to disdain you, refrain you, reframe you.

we love your life to be a vegetarian porterhouse steak chocolate flavour eye candy.
with balls blown up to the size of a foster parent´s magnitude.

little red riding wood basking on vanity fairs bargaining for ovine eyes - the common shares of friendship. a phonecallbill.
left handed egosurfers, syntactically overtrained, selling blackouts -
instantly loving your one-shot appearance. but fear will love us apart, again.

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ad principium individuationis.

visit the home depot of the addressee´s manual to context information, the sophisticated laying of a 6fold warhorse:
mini-shovel-excavator´s rental vs. illustrious shank clamping fixtures

in iraq the black night shades only 11 strikes for collective bargaining, 95 in germany.
global cooling revisited, a necessary concinnity of undivided, sensational commonality.

attentiveness is a hardwarestore´s merchandise, quality of detail a lived brand strategy -
these are times of worthless words, word- and breathless values of nameless careers.

long live the precariat´s moral of slaves,
the affordable springboard of rightwinding friendship, left to distract from clues.

the three kings of forgotten solitude: ius sanguis. egosurfing. curriculum vitae.

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lowe´s a living room for all of us, three and a half thousand toddlers per day, massively trained in screw thread prediction...

a hornhead became the manual essential for survival - a living atmosphere of indexical credo disruption appraisal.
a naught in the fleshless grenades of spring, diminishing the art of the state to a fashion of crisis to deplore the decadent selfconfinement of the masses

with no mercy.

the courtesan is waiting.

be her guest.