Carrying a fuckin printer all aboard Melbourne's public train system. By garmed and alone, there's a little and the less is what is misplaced and rankeed like a snatch pulled from any grip let alone my own. Here up and posted on this metal banded seat, a cold arse spells out literally cold. Nevermind the fade out, from a blend the heights are risen and reason.The reason we all look out in front of ourselves, and sometimes it's called the rambling mirage. Sympathetic for passers by and how not they're sit revoke the take back as if it were gambling cold asses and temperature. What a shrougle estimation we have to sacrifice sometimes. Sometimes. Metaphors are a funny thing.
And a perspective can always beak all idle ramification less this could close yet though.. This need what may be. So it says and seems, dealing with this as an illness maybe enough to feed ourselves for a moment.
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