Transparency, divinity, wasting air space and committing cardinal sins. Run away with you towards the night. Been here before. Committing cardinal sins. Man I love to eat.
Something's gone awry. I can feel it. I can sense it. Youknow who you are you know i am who I was twenty years ago when we first met, as X found Y and conniption was born of all things small above below ma non troppo. But, more or less, I mean nothing and do not exist.
There's another new one below this one. It's a little bit better.
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