Seraserai

Future desperation and destroyed and terrified, terrific terrible terror.

Now I'm on the beaches of Brittany, stretched out disgusted drunk on some strip of shore and moved on metanatural glories. I search around for grace fumbling the knowledge distorting the follies textrapolate their origin.

Laudanum riverman; greendark alive leaving; Pier 9 in the snow; ancient Nausicaa among New York fogs; Jacky Keracky, disappeared bare in thin trees there, Allen faroff born on mountainheads; sometime mine, dead safety.

Milhouse likes vaseline on toast...

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