manuscriptx
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Seven numbers are a digital dime's best friend. Katie stood by the bay. She waves a magic wand to make my problems go away. Jesus, you’re so hypersensitive, don’t worry, the money was warranted. Green shadows take hold under a tidal wave of emotion. Show the richest dead person still alive, he doesn't need a name, he doesn't need a number, he doesn't need a stick figure goddess, and all he needs is reassurance. Reassured that he go it alone, with his precious beads of gold, lime, silver and red rubies, crystal and fake glass, dipped in shit, covered in mud wrapped up in a cheap roll of wet toilet paper.
They mean nothing to anyone other than some monetary value. They are his life blood. His soul, the owls’ eye is a much needed piercing look from above. God's only wandering soldier through the desert valley of every dominion and stable across the countryside and beyond. Horses hot to trot, quick headedness and bluster, rapidness and speed; rendition is a form of glee dripping off an ice cube like hot saltwater. You have the right to be seen and not heard, stop the nonsense. Did it ever occur to you to say the following, listening very intently to the verbs, each phrase was less discernable than the next. 7 numbers is all you have left, if this is all, I must kill you. Kill me indeed he said, and to my eternal shame I did as he asked. No cough, no message, no revelation, nothing, nothing indeed
They mean nothing to anyone other than some monetary value. They are his life blood. His soul, the owls’ eye is a much needed piercing look from above. God's only wandering soldier through the desert valley of every dominion and stable across the countryside and beyond. Horses hot to trot, quick headedness and bluster, rapidness and speed; rendition is a form of glee dripping off an ice cube like hot saltwater. You have the right to be seen and not heard, stop the nonsense. Did it ever occur to you to say the following, listening very intently to the verbs, each phrase was less discernable than the next. 7 numbers is all you have left, if this is all, I must kill you. Kill me indeed he said, and to my eternal shame I did as he asked. No cough, no message, no revelation, nothing, nothing indeed