every check took me one step closer to the rooting reflex of a wishful thinking process indicative of the patterned psalms that haunted my wondered infant years. i hope to comply to any technique that could self-fulfill my gender-stimuli fueling prophecy. yet each flake alive on a line that defines the individual mode of metabolic low-balling association still stands pitifully crooked. i grieve for my ancestors and their loss and i characterize a sad, hopeless form of alternative applications to their stoic aggression. compliance theories gave birth to sensory meditation and regenerative amino acids that symptomatically severed the hemisphere of the corpus collosum and collapsed the weakened calcium. the reduced retardation of the sun became the void that humanity needed. the loss of energy finally reflecting our desire.Birth sign: Taurus
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