Guilford was creating a theory on creation in the rushing sound of passing traffic. a licking mound of syrup ran divergently northward. so many different states of modification probabilities that the generalization of winter in Grand Rapids became a frozen smile that you wore in the picture Jeffery took. the only way we seem to learn is through repetition and gossip. during an elaborative rehearsal of the spectacular that started in three days, Terri had a breakdown and stormed off stage right. they found her forty-eight hours later, hanging in her loft. there was a fundamental error in their attribution. the funeral was a pre-show to an orgy. her uncle Binet came dressed as her father. Aunt Stanford wore a strap-on lacquered with sand. i needed my cognitive skills to complete a task never meant for human hands. the procedures betrayed my perceptions, yet in the lapse of pages that followed me, i found the animal of my internal disposition waiting quietly in the farthest rooms, lingering with a curiosity that could have enamored it for centuries.Birth sign: Taurus
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