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of to update a journal. nothing to be saying. why then. o. becauseislate. m. m. I have read Piserchia Dimensioneers. i have read the leading leftists snarling at each other. i have not listened close to the tito puente. i am make the lalo computer "chunk". i to be having 0.5 glass of vinegarishallegedly wine remaining in the 1.0 glass. i have paragraph breaks.
i have read at least one poly post with three paragraphs, but not too many, as that exceeds current capacity. i shall attend mr hamster's graduation and attempt to keep my eyes dry and my face full of quiet pride. quite a pride of lions shall lie in lye, in lieu of lemur's femurs. i shall not snorf through my marketocracy portfolios, not immanentize any eschatons. i wonder if one should put chocolate frosting on chocolate bars. i think i shall not put a cartload of watermelons one by one on the bottom of an up escalator and see what happens. i shall not make pankaces out of alpahbet soup. i shall drink the waters. i shall edit my memories and invite the sheep. i shall utilize shall proactively in a going sideways basis function. i shall think of O and H and of the frownitude therein. i shall list recipients of september 11 monies from me: NY firefighters memorial fund, red cross, aclu, amnesty international, human rights watch, doctors without borders, um.... counterpunch subscription to join the nation subscription, united way, and now today a large one to the international rescue committee. i shall be reminded of the lateness of the hour. i shall glance at the oregon beach photo and wish rivka et al a pleasant this and that, whilst simultaneously bemoaning my lack of ever having a 100% vacation since at least wee childhoodedness. soon a europe or ireland or florida or something, since indonesia is a rocky bet at this time. plus yon leafy train ride up the coast, soas to make me a real live person who was on the eastcoast what has trains.
i may hereinout refer to sammiches as sandwiches.
i have read at least one poly post with three paragraphs, but not too many, as that exceeds current capacity. i shall attend mr hamster's graduation and attempt to keep my eyes dry and my face full of quiet pride. quite a pride of lions shall lie in lye, in lieu of lemur's femurs. i shall not snorf through my marketocracy portfolios, not immanentize any eschatons. i wonder if one should put chocolate frosting on chocolate bars. i think i shall not put a cartload of watermelons one by one on the bottom of an up escalator and see what happens. i shall not make pankaces out of alpahbet soup. i shall drink the waters. i shall edit my memories and invite the sheep. i shall utilize shall proactively in a going sideways basis function. i shall think of O and H and of the frownitude therein. i shall list recipients of september 11 monies from me: NY firefighters memorial fund, red cross, aclu, amnesty international, human rights watch, doctors without borders, um.... counterpunch subscription to join the nation subscription, united way, and now today a large one to the international rescue committee. i shall be reminded of the lateness of the hour. i shall glance at the oregon beach photo and wish rivka et al a pleasant this and that, whilst simultaneously bemoaning my lack of ever having a 100% vacation since at least wee childhoodedness. soon a europe or ireland or florida or something, since indonesia is a rocky bet at this time. plus yon leafy train ride up the coast, soas to make me a real live person who was on the eastcoast what has trains.
i may hereinout refer to sammiches as sandwiches.