Kent,
I'm not sure I agree with you on this valedictory note of compliance in
LangPo sinecures or the extermination of bleating fictions resented in that
seizure of lust, or present in the ludic ideogram of atom-selves, nor am I
happy to find a further biifurcation of me even more prone to mewling than
the original. Amid humid ruins and piss-pots of self and me slowly
dissolving. Bothered or not. Fickle in the bid of selves wasting for need of
some semblance calm for my immoderate gum wresting. Just so, a wrested
erstwhile thing and David (H) can choose the lube and check the notes of my
whistling arse, once again I am pursued. I might opine a different gull on
the nib of this, but safe to say the pragmatism of my guff is cruising to
ruin. Suffice to say David (B) goes great guns and should be smiling all the
way to the catacomb, he flies over my wreckage. I'm off to bend double to
check on my colon. The facts can speak for themselves. Adieu mon ver de
terre. I is KJ. Sad and dirty. Blessed in bliss. I am my own list.
best
Kent
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