having never been to the countryside, the city pummeled him into submission - there was no countryside.

this then was his mantra - devoid of sunsets and sense, and fancying hiding behind the behind that wasnt even born yesterday but was manifestly aborted entirely by the crushing response of a cosmic judicial force to the interference of the corrupt upon the minds of the children. and the whole picking apart 50 million with sharpened foreceps in the preceding half-century didnt help matters for them either.

keeping out he higher than the angels was a bad fucking move.

go back to tolstoy if you must, added as a waypoint on your trip to the gulag.

whats the other way? fuck you. thats the way until you can form a complete fucking sentence... i posted it now and presently re-post - next up repos.

how much work do you already have stacked up? lmao...

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