clowns of horripilation
ooh's and aah's for horripilation in the wash of time nothing stands its current is vast and without measure both fast and slow it drags on unknown forever now that i can see i am super happy the reason to utter but to resolve defect to deceive oneself is defect to suffer madness in silence but what did that mad old man say? he was not walking on his way through his lavish gardens thinking to himself one night "yes, yes... verily" and "very well!" like so: the end of a matter is better than its beginning no, no! you were already old and half mad by then upset at not being able to get it up corrupted and that with your own power you wrote that when you saw that there is more in this world than this and not less (but you wrote it between the lines) silly little fractal pattern turning you can leave nothing to no-one but between the lines no hope for your sons that might be bad or simply ever-sad wanting to end their existence Absalom hangs in a tree by his hair in sequence one of three the third
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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