I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law,
Taif Alif. I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Annapolis, my youthrib
city. Be ye then my protectors unto Mussabotomia before the guards of the city.
Theirs theres is a gentlemeants agreement. Womensch plodge. To slope through
heather till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. If the flowers of speech valed
the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard
way. Not a knocker on his head nor a nicknumber on the manyoumeant. With that
coldtbrunt natteldster wefting stinks from Alpyssinia, wooving nihilnulls from
Memoland & wolving the ulvertones of the voice…It might have been what you
call your change of my life but there’s the chance of a night of my lifting.
Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.
what am i seeing
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