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Originally Posted by Glice
FFfffffPPPPPPpppp.... and, silently, she passes through asif untowards, with lexical dissension towards, back un-wards, un-words, like somewhow circumventing, circumnavigating; I, of course, may only admit of (to) the passing sins of reminiscence, coruscating, or better PIII(ey, ey, ey).
Better still, we have only but borrowed sense, unless of course thine clarion claims 'dominion' somehow, somewhat do cling mollusc-like atop the bestial heathen sovereignty, or better, the boorish pissing of a master...
What, then? Do we hereby fall, asif atop some blighted skipper, suiter, sailer, soldier? where, then... fhe ftheckucking ofth fthe fthoreaerms...
CYnts. Fycks. Only squeamish, only squealing of, towards, this... pissant... fucking squealing withortowards whenceforth WHAT... but then... But THEN...
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