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The Profit of Partial Pressure
Sub Siberian garden scissors most precisly dared to cut the air of her breath, dried roses came afresh, with the freezing Faranheit degree to keep on tounge gain the flavor of resources, are abundant, as the chance to walk through and against despite the convincing gravity of this parody, yeah I know words tangeled your eyes from seeing the beauty of a light blue not so sunny skies, but I will surrender to the pressure, and fucking fly without permission, to find my partial success, in the filthiest corner of this mind.
Minding my own business and cutting haikus for breakfast since nothing was left hate but fate is present as the rest of a reality cake, named shipwreck. I sail that madafuckin treassure, stationary or sunk, since there is always something to suck.
And change the direction of this horseshoe metal plunk.
