Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land.

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Let me put you up on Bob’s donuts, controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras. Picture if you will a witching hour on a week night in the trenches, where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven with sprinkles, I know right, yum!

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    In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile, tenants embeded within synthetic inclination. We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks hook simple Samaritans’ eyes buried in books.

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    I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects, consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched.

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    We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise.

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