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The storm causes generators to shut down and cause sparky sparkles - rats were like dirt eating aluminum bridges, flying on blue metal waterfalls, sunsets over trash dragons, lions, mud valleys, rivers and clear lakes. Competitive staves grew the closest dog to a spa crab - a feature of thespian soap. This solution works well with remote mind control and asphalt vests. With the exception of the shallow seas, only squid and oysters made the top five floors. It’s flat out in the wide gloom, but the only contraception they sell is weed, and bananas are hard to chew. Finally, the dogs. Finally, the dogs. Colourful puppets representing horses, bingo, and bobonik - like a government of brainless baboons using wooden microscopes to look for Uranus and Pluto. Colour work - Life, boat, sky, beat, power, height. Instead, do people paint trains? The display is an monkey's electronic epithalamion onion. The dog box bobo-tox ghasel. Is culture dead? Is culture dead as a seaweed dog? Across the thick layer of plaster, distinct shapes like banana peels and eye tongues appeared above trees and bushes, juxtaposed with elegant prolepsis dancers against a dim moon backdrop. The storm caused the horse to belch like an elephant playing the chrome tuba of despair. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Sale Ends Tuesday!

~ observations of the city’s muse and mystery~

The city’s muse and mystery, a knowing fox, gazes at those lost in a wilderness, made of rainbows rising from oil-slicked pools. Her rooftop was the wings of an angel, amid the lost wilderness of the city’s drone. It dons a masque made of a pirate’s flag. Keeps history’s severed hand between its legs in an acid rain.

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Implied Spaces · observations of the city’s muse and mysteryThe city’s muse and mystery, a knowing fox, gazes at those lost in a wilderness, made of rainbows rising from oil-slicked pools. Her rooftop was the wings of an angel, amid the lost wildernes…

Dadaist Report on Recession of Gu~1f0/riy)j

If you speak like a mad milliner, you will be considered to be following the rules. Rules. Rules. Rules. There will be no impact on regulations! If things get worse, they will get even worse. We have heard a lot about this recession at the centre pond pool’s polite poodles’ playground, while gathering green goats eating groats. Groats! Groats! Groats!

#Art #DigitalPhotography #EOS #EOS90D #MobilePhotography #Photography #Dadaist #AmericanPolitics #TrumpRegime #TrumpRecession #CanadianNews #Dadaism #Dadaist #DigitalArt #Art #Phoneography #Poetry #ProsePoetry #ProsePoem #SurrealArt

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Implied Spaces · Dadaist Report on Recession of Gu~1f0/riy)jIf you speak like a mad milliner, you will be considered to be following the rules. Rules. Rules. Rules. There will be no impact on regulations! If things get worse, they will get even worse. We ha…

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Paradoxicals

Today, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil tingles tangle pantheistical propagandist’s purloined paranormal mythopoeic mackerel. In the early days of democracy, democracy was weakened by nationalism – the upper floors looked clean and modern as an albatross’ labyrinth and banana toupee. Historically, this was driven by religious differences and oranges.

m̻̚̚ḙ̚̚d᷾̚̚e͚̚̚n͐̚̚ȉ̚̚y͊̚̚e̘̚̚t͉̚̚ s̍̚̚ı̰̚̚ȑ̚̚ b̶̚̚a̚̚ͅğ᷅̚̚ḷ̚̚ı̂̚̚ q͖̚̚a͉̚̚r̋̚̚t͊̚̚a̅̚̚l͌̚̚ L̼͎ͤe̼᷆͘ y̼͍ͬi̼͇ͩl̼͒̎ y̫̼̘á̧̼̌a͎̼͝n̼̠ͣa̤̼͒l̼̇̌ i͓̼̰n̼̉̐f̷̼᷃a̼̐ͬn̤̼ͫt̜̼͂i͉̼̩l̼̱͟ õ̼̮ǒ̼̚k̲̼͑ô̼᷄l̷͙̼ m͏̼̹e̢̺̼d͉̼ͭi̼ͤ̽o̱̼̣s̼̆̃ j̼̑́u̩̼̗m̗̼̉p̞̼ͤ’͖̼̯é̼ͨͅě̼̱l̼̦̆ l͔̼͙e̫̼͂ ȍ̼͋c̲̼ͣë̼́ͣs͎̼͏ l̼͘͞ȩ̖̼ i̼̹͠c̼͊̌ẖ̼᷀í̼᷿l̺̼̰ m̼ͯ̾á͓̼̔a̼̓͡n̼ͤ͞ ẹ̼ͪs̬̼̰c̼᷀͏á̼͛̄n̼̓᷉d̼͕́a̼̹ͩl᷿̼̍o᷿̼ͫ p̭̼̰r̼̀ͤo̼̅ͨm̗̼̔e̼᷉ͬd̡̼̟ì̺̼o̼͒͐.̼᷉͢ ó̼͟͡o̪̼͜l̶̼͒a̼͉͢l̺̼̘ m̳̼̓ạ̼́̓a̼̘᷅n̼̲̈́ ë̼́̄s̤̼ͫc̼ͧ̚á̼̠̐n̼̂̉d͚̼͋á̼̳l̵̮̼o̼᷅͝ ứ̼ ÿ̙̼é̼ͣͥe̼͆̏t̼̼᷄e̲̼͊l̖̼̃ j̼͖̈ū͕̼m̼͗͠p̼ͮ̑’̼̩͞é̼̽᷈e̸̼᷉l̼͋̐ u̙̼̥

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Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect ParadoxicalsToday, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil t…

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles

~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found broken, people allow themselves flatulence, radicals regroup past prologues proletariat~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍ oink oil parsume legit~k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ ~ in the open world, snowy, bastje ^’~ 6^~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ Л͍҈͍о͍͍҆с͍҈͍н͍͍҃ s͍͍᷀e͍̮͍ l͍̤͍j͍͇͍e͍͈͍p͍̲͍o͍͍᷀t͍͍͛i͍̜͍?͍͍͢ K͍̺͍o͍͍͜i͍̬͍j͍͍̏ c͍᷿͍e͍͈͍n͍̤͍ā͍͍ д͍͍҇и͍͍҄а͍͍҇г͍͍҆р͍͍҄а͍͍҃м͍҈͍м͍҉͍а͍͍҄с͍͍҇н͍͍҇ д͍҉͍и͍͍҅а͍͍҃с͍͍҅н͍҈͍ s͍͍ͤm͍͈͍e͍͍᷁q͍̼͍n͍͍̿ũ͍͍î͍͍t͍͍̋s͍̩͍ q͍͍ͭn͍͏͍o͍͍̎y͍̦͍ m͍͍᷇e͍͍͞k͍͍͢o͍̼͍i͍͍ͭs͍͍͟ȃ͍͍n͍̤͍t͍͍ͯe͍̟͍i͍͍͘o͍͓͍i͍͍ͭs̛͍͍ȃ͍͍n͍͍̉j͍͍ͭi͍̫͍a͍̩͍g͍͍̓a͍͍̓n͍͍͝j͍͍ͤe͍᷊͍ c͍͍͊e͍͍᷃t͍᷿͍ l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀ r͍̳͍/~^e~ to be or knot too beans

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#Dadaist #Dadaism
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Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found br…

Dadaist Time Traveller's Report

I'm 1913/1916/2076 - At first, I was shocked at how serious Maple Leaf condition was. Oograniczone tragikomedię kluczowych w Osioł realnym wzdęcia, bodźce totalitaryzmu obraża czyraki świecie, hiatus, snowy, phloem -Then it got crazy. The President is a 5-year-old. He was still there, but his white shirt was from the doctor's office. në woi cɔk meaty ograniczone lik bodźce czyraki kwiatu, looi cï bï tɛkpiny, ya tragikomedię ku deja ye vu, rot ë sowy, kɔc Kä de kä wɛɛi yök röt cï bɛ̈ɛ̈k, kɔc puɔ̈l yic wzdęcia, rädïkël. ye pinyn khoihski yic, then it got crazy. "Why is Twitter's big hat red? They choose by mood" I know it's not the last five teacups or swans, knots tradicionais sowy, desgosto coração ashes cue diferentes e quekɔc abordagens pulmões usam, eles dequeues den palavras dor ograniczone e na no wɛɛi dor tieos tragikomedię estômago, materiais sign floresta, dor czyraki kwiatu, causam no wzdęcia, as nos? The government is crazy white, circa 1909! Then it got crazy - counterintuitive states prioritize ad copy's saxophone border. The President is a 5-year-old. It's been - people ask for clothes "at risk b'uikol". Is the money spent on Medical and Zen comics "real money"? "Is Salad Nevada Ex polar rations' Tory still brown?" ağartuv içün deja coração e que eles dor wɛɛi palavras nos tragikomedię no na quekɔc qullanılğan diferentes estômago, dor doğru. tieos açıq abordagens materiais yapmaq dor Sade, sign as e portal! den pulmões lirikasınen, ook for Destuysello's Great Depression inheritance - still fair? Buy Now While Quantities Quantify!! Tariffs Are People Too!!!

Although the smell has changed, the case against the giant jellyfish is your mind. The stagnant bird squashes an excited cave into typewriter fiddles. All diseases have been entered into the database. Be patient, and the knife you made yesterday will be yours. Your foot knows, that means all the growth stages are dead. The pedal socket thinks all the developmental centres are dead. A scene of what the trash can looks like. The unconscious triumph thinks irresponsible focus did it yesterday, it probably won't be opened for a few years. The curse of war - be patient and calm like a sharpened sword tomorrow. A scene of what the trash can looks like. It was yesterday, it probably won't be opened for a few years. The smell of war is a symbol of human violence. An angry crowd screams - the smell of war. For men, the sword is a symbol of death. The anchor searches for its meaning. In the world of news? Developmental centres? You might think that all the developmental centres are dead.

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Liquid Hearth

Come, ludic ones, help me enrich my pulse. I shall help you enrich yours, too. Come, the rubicund twilight welcomes us. The molecules salute, the cups await. The soft flame dances, within us, above us; luminous fruits in company. Of circular tables we shall narrate while sweet breathings vibrate around.

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Under the sanctuary of curative art flows an igniferous mantle, breathing more anciently than the thermal waters.

It urges for us to be careful with the movement of incandescent wellsprings, for the ducts are stony but the emanations entail danger. There exists an unacceptable risk that certain rivulets, with the potential to engender clones of the Erinyes, may splatter the galvanizing plants that grow in the [...]

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