On Mon, 16 Feb 1998, Keston Sutherland wrote:
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> The page gains life in a dauntless swap of pity, each will-retch brand
> spanking new / glossed as a pig's abortion pre pacific-scrubdown. Do
> tell, speak up, should her browsing be suffered or (on alert) shitting his
> guts in joy at margin n n-bent give up, quit-bent, snapped. Bent. A sultry smirk
> of anguish next on in emit-iteration jamboree #!. Snapped. Hoarse policemen
> picnic cum familiis suis, strewn with rife permission. A whispered
> away invite, one in each crease, each ordeal wafer-flap in the pastiched tawdry
> bareness of all victims, flee along now. You've come to the right
> escape route, we put the n in clinched. God-smeared, this whole non-surplus
> pact a trend in mercy, an entire near-belief ringed-round in #-pop PM gnat-picket.
Keston,
Are you sure?
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