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GLAMOROUS GLUE : alienstorm interlude / a brainlog.
the original rests here still.
examine the closest to the beginnings of the brainwaves going out through the lines.
NO NEED TO BE CAUTIOUS
I awoke to the smell of butter and the ding of hammers. Because I never get any bread from the outside, I searched the interior for the thoughts that might barter for new underthings.
i don't steal, i breathe.
i don't want, i hinder.
i don't clap, i stand.
i don't underestimate, i think.
i don't have much more for the masses, i have drained the whopping ethereal abyss.
throw some parties,
AJ
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