Picasso you give us Things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind you make us shrill presents always shut in the sumptuous screech of simplicity (out of the black unbunged Something gushes vaguely a squeak of planes or between squeals of Nothing grabbed with circular shrieking tightness solid screams whisper.) Lumberman of The Distinct your brain`s axe only chops hugest inherent Trees of Ego,from whose living and biggest bodies lopped of every prettiness you hew form trulySourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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