nikoleyeland::carpe diem ex-ante [I]::II::[III(a)]::[III(a)(i)]::[III]

don't count your chickens before they hatch said the witch to the philosopher whose conception was indeed the mere apparition of cracked code. his memento broke and its contents spilled, amounting to nothing more than a phallic composition with a castration theme or another tune in the key of UNTITLED. dog gone van gogh, he said, turning back inside.

the dream and the tower spoke the remnants of an old tongue as a she-bird contemplated the unbearable lightness of being.

a bit higher, the cosmogony of direction underwent l'influence du poisson rouge -- wow.

 

 

 

 

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