the wow wow diarrestic sophistry's cyrene calle says
samhain now nigh
i had her toll all hollo's nacht the myth of the theory of theory's debasement would with the help of a little forced entertainment receive the fictional rapsodia part of a distributed intelligence bearing the contours of a social instrument an odd kakishi or floppy synergism might involve the model of the rummy cowboy vampire rabbit archaeologist stalking the displaced egyptian medusa signal through a maze of saguaro in the midst of firstbloom after only 50-60 years (7 to 8 feet tall) only to hear her crying "who cooks for you" "who cooks for you" with all the white winged glassine and high desert ephermerality of some jefferson davis "dove" exquemelin but to her he prov'd unsteady (under the pressure of her gaze) for he soon march'd off the ground that chupamacabre roper samhain nowhigh on time's thrones devour'd each an alexander a selkirk at the centre of a bauble
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