Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Cum Grano Salis



Power me the haunch of massive strength in the bones of the reality that this is a jug of syrup on rub,
string the count along with that sound of the echo calling for the from a gas to bladder a sat splatter,
gun fire on the brain to that beast of commercial to jump this log that media of speech to print,
line by stride to collection of the Sides it is an Arena of nothing until it mounts like a Trained Mined,
in thee gaft of method to art official Times to biblical proportions to Stable the sloaned.


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