I descended the gravel garbage two days before tomorrow: the night was extended to the very darkness - and I came by on my three legged scimitar on to this part of the juxtaposition. I sensed and touched the pantry and reached out with my flagellae and felt the most divine murmur twang past my eyes; I was thrilled and annoyed. My heart leapt out with trepidation. My tongue licked the fourth dimension as it twined around the matrix of the cephalic curmudgeon.
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