How can we blame how things came to be?
Things is upset to no ends.
I am land in my nailbeds, mother ancestor Earth,
As we take taking, some lugubrious fellow human member holders
Bled bleed will bleed
More than watery lifelove
Muck swizzle are our lost limbs
Lozenge tongue slosh silted
Bungling me toss brown Yoghurt
But going I am,
Blublue, ardent gargle, float me us as ducks
.. You give gifts, All us don't want it:
To become things..
Aall beings deep inside We, sitting bulls crazy horses red clouds,
And John and Hank greens said we're one
Film
Of superorganism spread on a planet.
When slow light ....
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