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An obsessing combination, Ontological Inscape, Trickery and occupied
love, an idea for a haste of signals Of ~ Of code what is left to
write, or of right-hand side on the left, by the obscure routes,
because my own obsession Of ~ A of reasons combines Ontological
Inscape, Trickery occupies the love, an idea for A ~ Of code taking of
the words like notes, thimbles tied up of the points of personnel of
lines of personnel, until the secret rites indicate understudied
Intent~ Or until to, suddenly, of the RATS reveal surprisingly and
funnily STARS. The line of signals, I, the speed of the marks of the
part, the sparks, left on the right, or the rites towards the second
part, left the dark routes, for my own reasons. And all the night,
just of I towards the left on several occasions the small star mimes
for my character compared my watch, relative with you, five lucky
hinges open to the interior you, outside that I It ~ Storied always,
stored in the order, because you are my star. I touched a miracle,
really, I was pilot of my star. An obsessing combination, my
Ontological Inscape, Trickery fires the love, an idea for a mine Of ~
Of code, ours, for our similar character, looking at five lucky stars,
inside, outside, to store for always, as if we are a star which I
touched, miracle of A which I really wrote. Taking a word, yours,
mine, ours, lines of the notes of our points, until our relative
secrecies recites harmony of you, written secrecies. Or until with,
without warning, the STARS gleam surprisingly and funnily the lucky
hinges of the STAR five, inside, outside, to always store Thee ~ In the
order, as us star, to touch a miracle which really occurred, our star,
I plot, I pilot.

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An obsessing combination, Ontological Inscape, Trickery and occupied
love, an idea for a haste of signals Of ~ Of code what is left to
write, or of right-hand side on the left, by the obscure routes,
because my own obsession Of ~ A of reasons combines Ontological
Inscape, Trickery occupies the love, an idea for A ~ Of code taking of
the words like notes, thimbles tied up of the points of personnel of
lines of personnel, until the secret rites indicate understudied
Intent~ Or until to, suddenly, of the RATS reveal surprisingly and
funnily STARS. The line of signals, I, the speed of the marks of the
part, the sparks, left on the right, or the rites towards the second
part, left the dark routes, for my own reasons. And all the night,
just of I towards the left on several occasions the small star mimes
for my character compared my watch, relative with you, five lucky
hinges open to the interior you, outside that I It ~ Storied always,
stored in the order, because you are my star. I touched a miracle,
really, I was pilot of my star. An obsessing combination, my
Ontological Inscape, Trickery fires the love, an idea for a mine Of ~
Of code, ours, for our similar character, looking at five lucky stars,
inside, outside, to store for always, as if we are a star which I
touched, miracle of A which I really wrote. Taking a word, yours,
mine, ours, lines of the notes of our points, until our relative
secrecies recites harmony of you, written secrecies. Or until with,
without warning, the STARS gleam surprisingly and funnily the lucky
hinges of the STAR five, inside, outside, to always store Thee ~ In the
order, as us star, to touch a miracle which really occurred, our star,
I plot, I pilot.

Did you write this ?? It's lovely
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Bee-Ji-wondering!

Just an obsessing combination,
A lock ...

But what now
To do ~

If all else fails, my Alt key
Or Escape key, or climb alpine style.
Or do I
Just pine away to nothing ~