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  • Automatic writing time!

    And go! And now we continue forward on through the day fleeing with ourselves to not know where we will end up. By doing this we can discover many things about our lives in a door frame such as why we would ever want to mop things onto a table. Or possible why we cant go outside during the day because of the mosquitoes that will eat us. Who knows really why we cant do that, its probably not our fault thought. Here is where we cannot stop and if we do we will be eaten for sure. Anyways, theres not much to worry about on tv, its rather comforting like when having coffee through the walls in a building on top of a roof of a monster the size of your brain. Which in turn is actually a pea sized grain with a mind so intelligent it could crush worlds with a simple thought. Its power has been long sought by all sorts of people who wish to harvest its energy for further use in their ever advancing technologies of warfare and time travel. The lights of theirs can't stop flickering as long as they have this task in their heads! They can kill for it and they will, they will not stop at gaining this power of coffee and beans with fruit on a stick. Chairs will scatter like leaves all over the ground and they shan't be found again for they will have slipped into a time hole so vast that it it itself will be swallowed by itself until it reaches a point that no exit can be found within a clock. These ramblings go nowhere as I look around, its not helping, these eyes tired my god need certain things can't talk about but would be really good and the sensory overload is overwhelmingly great but how underwhelming and slam dunk whoooo!

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  • I am a litle girl from a country far far away. So far away, in fact, that you could swim accross a great ocean, hike over many a mountain, dance your way through fires and sing along to the wind's tune, and still not be there.

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