Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land.
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Panels intro title
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!
Panel 1 title
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.
Relentless agent hush
We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise.