monotable from glooded abandishow by ANAZANAUT
The thing attempts to proceed with less of its talents severed, but the guests were evident as they precipitated being engaged. Heightened by a public act of despair, the head improvisation ceased to create and the connection envisioned the impression of a distinct person. Since events were devastating, I’d misused my time with actions I can’t feel. The pattern continued to offer me very little as we went back in to shut the rhythm down. To know when identity becomes theatre along with that behaviour is a role I hear still set in hostility. I couldn’t see a life again that had night. Regardless of the wires, it happened to be insincere. There we did find on all the little connections that it was gone. This was the first time that he never liked to go very far down after a future. It was tossed this way and then he felt sparked into a similar psyche. I was certain of his face then and needed to be interrupting as an innocuous victim. To that end, I was retrospect, feeling that it was possible I suddenly lost satisfaction. All I did was an apology.
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| 6. | monotable | 8:00 |
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.