tit for tat and supposed enterprises mark me as a useful womb for transporting unpursued embryo's... The heat has subsided to five fetus each cornered a comic, a novel, tid bits of song and poetry. The 5 th seems to linger pulling my neglect into superior excuses useful justfications even... If i were to combine imagination w/ technolingo would my leftovers contradict the spirit of my created scenario. This is my adaptation story potential...
1 comment:
i want to say
this makes total sense
and boy
do i luv yah.
;)
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