• Cornered wares hum under hoards of collected particles, that long ago where zapped of function. Omit all remarks. I can't stand this vertical space of ground I consume. Lay down. The gears still turn, all the more unable to fight the fuse lit of thy biology. Rise, tired of the resistance. Should words be captured in a formatted setting to help the absorbtion process of those willing to intake such a stake? Views consistently topped. Without, not a slice of importance.

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