s.r.o.i.ti.e. – he then backspaced to the start- s.r.toir. = backspsacked – s.r.o.t.-backspacked – s.t.o.r.i.e.s – this high bbuffooon made it in the end. He got so high he could taste the red in broccoli sprouts. Which he realized only after having earlier realized he could taste the red in nuts from brazil they say is good for your brain All this as he paced the room while doing a unique inefficient twist whilst turning in the kitchen. Within. It all.Creeping in at its will: Hélène Vogelsinger Reminiscence. Dostoyevsky was too harsh in The Idiot, Book Four. I may be Ganya, but I may know, with the entirety of my cleverness, that if I only had the time, or conscious, I could be an artist, its just that I lack the follow through to face what’s at the end of what’s at the end of a sequence of thought for I know it looks not unsimilar to the end of a line on a graph that is exponentially increasing
