Our Duplicity In Namings
Humane Society? That's where the dogs go to die, that, and these freeways, at home in the baskets; on falling asleep away from the snuggle and the holes dug. Call it what you will, more favorite words or streams of them, favorite one's, telling, being told. You know, way too much common, I agree. But still, like the ocean. Not that its not moving, that it is and never stops, I mean there's no stopping it. I feel for Grommit, the sweatered set and partmented thritics; what do they chase in their dreams? Give me a year of your life in a night and win a squirt gun balloon stone killer. No really, whats the use in explaining? They just hear what they hear, and they aren't the same things, as the things said; mismatched binary programs, if that even makes any sense; I'm sure it doesn't, said with emphasis, italics intended. Now on to the next, broken sentence. All the time. Anytime. It's almost what I meant; even/if pointless/lost.
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