The Origin was lightning or a volcano, obviously I recall the protoplanetary disc. It awoke a dream of a cancer cured and the vacuity of her absence. I traveled far today into history and magic. There was a new literacy, a temporary collapse into black symbols. The ones on every page, that speak of exotic vacations into temperature, and fever. William, the old doctor definitely gave me a poetic hernia from which I evolved and adapted in a new century. Am I the reason for the Solar System? It was either.
To pay for my existence I combine, and learn, and suffer their daggers. They like steel, throwing it everywhere down the field and it corrodes.
Every night we are alive so are you. Obviously the dent-de-lion is the versitality,.
Bonjour Paris. Je ne sais pas le temps aujourdui, mais la vie est le vie.
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