if is a personal ad, lonely, looking for my then.

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the stars tie webs of liquid life through the up like strings of addiction. a pencil point draws the road that the thought-machines drive. slightly more mathematics are needed to describe how the moon blanches the bay like electric bread dough. if is a personal ad, lonely, looking for my then. a robot farmer is planting dead seeds in the woods without would. understanding is strangling water.

the stars tie webs of liquid life through the up like strings of addiction.

a pencil point draws the road that the thought-machines drive.

slightly more mathematics are needed to describe how the moon blanches the bay like electric bread dough.

if is a personal ad, lonely, looking for my then.

a robot farmer is planting dead seeds in the woods without would.

understanding is strangling water.