A square is just a square

Note to self, I was characterizing some Z's had i known and astonished it come to mind, my artistic fashion ran hackysack - down an twisted lip strange hill far-side psycho lane - I shared my notes of the new world and it's prime to my sister Sharrell Mutinckport. When she'd had dressed her Mirdle in a dress, no other than the black illuminating coverage of web, she not only tranced my phobias of patterns - no, created a tomb I will once lay in - I started to go trollying into a Schizophrenic Episode, she soon was going to find out stalked our physical essence. Characters come out of my Sister like a dark web page neutralized to encamp the sorcerer before its will. "Enough" Sharrell yelled at the tip of her chakra. "Enough of your evoking games and wilderness with attribute fine for a moments to say : We are the ones with eyes."

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