Context is Sexy ApparatusJohn Mulligan
Stink day on the flood bank of metaphysics. High tide-theory of and poached a priori. Dangle canes sleuth the ding an sich. Reason day-thrall. Open the posterior oven shoot. (Dig mines in the pre-fab ersatz. Bang up the telos, yo.) Preternaturally, your castle shanked the loom and crippled the juice bags we all call diner food. Bury your towel, friend. Sway fowl, incognito pants.
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