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THE TRANSCENDENCE

By

Hope

Jill

Billy

Stephanie

Jennifer

Ursula

and

Sylvia

McBride

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A mood of impatience is a youth's trick; and much stuff is done while being mad at our wilder natures. A star-eye has methods magical. Nature's storm ways are of love and get folks hopping. The greatest power is a sophistication that those in love love passionately. It is some fun to be exiled, to yearn and to need many deluded praises so that a mistake will not ever become fulfilled.

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We highest learners whom a joker has some fun with already have the knowledge that smoochies, planetary hugs, and the ability to relax in the clovers will charm them who badly want them to.

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To make and to amaze and to experience the freedom of being able to go into the abyss, to go out on treelimbs is idiocy and it can create such a pained time," they have said. We are the realizers that to be each a seer, a radiance of an escapade of being a neater one for the gang is so making for each of us such an uneasiness that we so feel, and in no way, find things easier for us while freefalling.

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I make boats go out below the breezes and the shades, the shorelines squeeze the crackling wave flow out the deep. The sheath of my haven, more broken is more sheathy; they are airy, the shadelights too. Below the blow, the airy drearys and raves as it is deep. The arrowy, this way, while the coast-blow happens, deepens the grey shore on the clearer coast.

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So the rave is that brains are greater to make a thing out. From the faces to faces the sunray ages. The radiance of a ray was made to sway the nails to Asia. Asia made to gainsay face to face brainys. The angelface itself a make-believe thing which the makerly brains may have made swaying the brain. And, the brain made to take us away out to a crazy place beyond the sunray.

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Ah, what I learn of doing day by day is that the vitals of a rule to get one's action together must be mature. It is to feel a shell-shock into what might relax me over things which utterly exacerbate me which I surrender myself into, which is the cause of the great feeling which I have.

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See how one will wince a wince of happiness at the tallest easy crag. The crape myrtle stump does look like the foot of one who dances clumsy. The one who dances can step with light steps, feathers of importance; and the myrtle stump is an innocent power which grips earth. A powerful and light mind are a must when one scales a crag. A crag is made for sturdy anxieties or else a climb accurately is no fun.

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I say that it is great that goal-oriented folk who meditate about staying back from opening out their abilities, make such mistakes.

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Friends remember with greater pure pleasures that they, though not good at doing so, earlier do, with sure respect, give an explanation to themselves about how a good choice fight was an event that harms them beneath the very same lost skies as those over my worrisome inquiry-making head.

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I feel, an affluent thinker, that though it ought not end up meaning any trouble, it is actually beautiful when I am recalling to with ease actualize it that a story lover, in the things she feels, loves the memory of a novel or of a parody greatly, where all beings under the aurora borealii look positive and new, and awesomely deepen and scatter and are free.

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It is the tower of gentle force, a stronger one which the genius will praise as a rope of gold; and it has the patience and is able to survive with its belief of the riches of a fantasy, where a block has occurred in the ways of a familial headland.

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We say and lead the boldness in these ways: "the weariness is something of an annoyed thing we feel that we in silence opened up." We as children give affection and we are sad that the forces that please the pains and interest us in the ordinariness of our aim, a stink which a bored one collects, is due to the selfishness of the fate we clear that becomes so original, open-minded, sophisticated, and freethinking.

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To awe-inspire folk into a universal warmth, by a timeless progression of and by the differences which a reward of allowed authentic affectionateness gives, is what we can do in democracy, in the horizons of the awesome and original world.

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The orders of all, who have patience with a moment, who ask either for or not for action to blind and throw out to them carefree work, the moments scatter-plant us onward or they harm us like a lower-shore crab which we see in our imagination as it goes farther.

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The great snake that does not know of the lightflows appears after the rainshower; and a little knower dove and crane has scraped them up. The schooner is what we work on; calm molds we remove and all sweep; the grossness we with merlots traipse through is put into a container. The old boat we abandon is far from the bay. The old doves in love waiting in their places with their little doves share the snake.

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I being original enable myself the painful realization that a so-so beer-ableness in which one will "get a thing right" has also a taste to the guide whom I, with my vision, adopt as my own.

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It is dark. Time cools and is a guide darkening, a true action dim on the street. The path has cold begonias on both tiers. The plants' odor is sweet while we deliver our step out into the path. The road is with love something light illumines by beams from candles in the cold as I think of the glories of my gal.

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"For me myself the calm ability to digress relaxes me," one says. One who traditionally eliminates the suffering's possibility and rules out its sticky emergence barks out to you how to fire up. "Magnetically feeling suffering is a fresh idea," one says. For even as in time it shows a patient indifference to suffering and its life, the poetically unforgettable is still a pain.

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It seems that the need to get things dreadfully wrong which a seriously special person has is as the mistaken understanding that a dazzling dusty healthy wind is just the element for the job to put out the pure fire blazing across the strong fields.

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I am satisfactorily positive that the thing to luxuriously read in your hurting hands is a surprisingly active part of a personal life, but not exactly a party though.

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Some easily remember that the familiar natural world is judged more awesome for the ones who definitely start to have more natural affection to give her. It is an individual cause for them to give out that affection.

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I enjoy a poem's greatness, to be in touch with the solar systems of a reading about thoughts on lakes. It comes, an earliness of knowledge; and the answer is one of admittance. However, I am not without pity and exhaustion to think it out.

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Feel that the strange heat is calmly warm and a welcome luminosity; and it immediately hovers over the beautiful grassy field. The shamrocks with patience grow puny under the lazy morning light. The yard is backbreakingly tended across the way near the exciting coast. The ordinary shores are wild, liquidy, and sandy impossibly far from the shamrocks. You dare to check on that too.

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Check out how the respected splendid man has everybody's playful attention and how the cultured opera singer does her thing. Nice personalities have it, and the others, without the successful hope don't. They are seriously sucked up while the singers in their own world rock on. The singers rock the crowd and such respected splendor makes the independent fun continue.

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The scary weirdo who for fun seals the trustworthy opportunities triumphantly peers near, slowly reaches out eagerly, but disappointingly, for here, and has normally a reason to nonchalantly sing cheerfully and usefully.

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Comely the hardworking crow "ohhs" and goes for an undeserved flow of the unmoved hose over where the clover prettily grows. The hated blowing of ugly smoke comes over the old road. One's throat is cold as a manly cornstalk. A cornstalk blows as one's whole throat "ohhs." The old road is tiringly rolled over by the... horses while the smoke is blowing. The solitary clovers are cold; and the flow is for the crow.

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They in goodness know a threatened soul in final hades or the usual haven goes honestly saved by badly knowing.

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People freely pay, great people pay wealthily steep volunteered pains to, with dependence, easily pay to finally deepen an easiness. They, the people, the great people ease a close feeling that a thinking is usually saved by the responsible genius of learning and enabling easy behaviors thoughtfully and freely; they easily pay to deepen an everyday easiness.

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My own present study of my normal life: no peaceful personal avoided experiences of my own brave superstitions of hating monopolies and of being calmly anxious about death, no personal experiences as such, are of any dramatic interest. Yes, life is weird as such, and any interest in denying comparison with my own study of my own life, I should do well to, with all, remember to think of it.

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They of the world know that for them that those for quiet fun, hey, those who are softly promised to know are feeling cold; and they do not authentically care; and they know just that for they carelessly work for fun and for good money.

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Magnificent, it would be so self-magnificent if it happened. A gentleman's priceless education would be so magnificent. It would be, with confidence, awesome to be sadly granted alone immediately the sweetest fullest passive development available and possible.

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We say that in the unimportant windy and fulfilled memorable mode of subtle retrospectiveness the great untraveled road to some "loss" is called "creating meaning."

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Loudly the morning bell in the tower of exile suddenly rang in a pattern when the selfish dancing sand spider pained me. I with the help spilt light wine downward on my house-boots. The boots were stained when the dancing sand spider was accidentally killed before the bell-tower had refrained from, for the town, banging its annoying patterns loudly.

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Our needed flowery obvious commercialisms harmoniously clear the uneventful sky for the unproblematic reading and discussing of cutthroat blocked ways of the clear great making of impossible profits which are of course berated by all of the all-inspiring inspired real prophets.

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Though this makes me get upset to for certain know, it is seriously childishly unforceably easy to show that the universally good and fortunate know-fun robbers sadly blow out the fire from a confusingly higher and comfortably clear-minded experience.

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I, unsatisfied, dislike that I do not simply understand how that a tough bicycle could unfortunately spin out of the rider's control and crash into the outdoor plants. Nothing new happens as the intelligent ale is drunk. Did the rider read the answering luminous clear signs? As a lark dips, the airy lark flies in air, and the ale he sips. The plant is fine, the rider's dress, etc need repair for fun immediately.

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A disrespected rich giver meaningfully unneedfully thanks a confused giver. An imaginative life-filled giver normally wearies the taker. The heroic idiotic giver depressingly bribes the taker. The known friendly giver memorably likes the confused taker.

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One playfully painful way to obey terribly our sacred little nature is to relate irresponsibly to the low sorrows of others by towering in exile above them like a beloved parent who mystically telling them, without them, for fun, asking for it, how exactly there have been urgently invented no accidents whatsoever.

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Verbally imaginative people of all-day worth who, by joyfully opposing forbidden death, lift all others highest, perfectly form, and spontaneously draw my unearned respect.

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At long night the town hears the troublesome midnight thunder clap; the generous thrusting wind in howling. The moon lights the friendly rabbit and his badger partner before the normal rainfalls on the crags. The rain approaches and the rabbit runs his way and the sleepy owl hoots. The owl invisibly flies under the radiant moon and the immortal accidental thunder is louder when the wind calms down.

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Its a crucially nice day to march around and routinely stretch. The feathery sorry dirt crumbles under the steps of the neighborly sheep. The lark bravely calling her mate sings a pretty and free song on the withering hillside. The lean sheep were made to "baa" and to cheerfully fertilize the immortal dirt. The unimpressive hillside and bridges created to pick up the dirt. The loud lark made naturally beaut'. 42.

The controversial true knowing self finds that the still old tower is innocently built up of wood to the spinning feathery cosmos above where lonely birds fly, whose red skies drench the smooth rocks by the great religious shed, with splashing drops like running marbles inside a rough palm safely falling.

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A warmness of a touching beauty is that a now free easy parent satisfactorily never really sanely lies.

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Jolly, the broom is without focus sweeping the cluttered printer's dust off the waiting boat into the grave. The tree of sorrow is making a lost shade for a sister flower. The lonely flowers' heads bloom by the comfortable broom, & the hopeful boat sails beyond the tree. The unneeded tree was invented to keep the wandering misunderstood boatmen from following too far inland. The boat made to needfully splash.

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Oh, businesslike goblins and freaky weirdos, it is selfishly natural that you must charitably treat your touching beautiful new immortal close muses with a better wit.

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And in the imagery of a creeping moon mouse what is used and skipped when the mouse eating the yummy ale-cheese and when the heaven's gate that creaks envy the floor-rubbing comfortable broom in the closet? In the imagining of the mouse in the envying, the powerful perfect wall with spikes and the pail in the cabinet envy the blue long sea and the festering tree-root. In the imagery of the mouse, the strong star in everybodys dusk and the lonely bird flying envy the caring wind howling and the cut passive grass in the backyard.

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47. A strong hot atmosphere is the most ultra-complicated. In only marginal happy discussions of it, by some hard crazy undertaking of a serious geomorphological analysis of it, some confirm that in the existence of practicality, no significant commentaries comfort us on what is concealed, from us people, and progressively transcendent. 48.

"What is the working clear word "aye" read as clearly meaning," one wonders. Aye, a power or a warm touching beauty is that a now free meaner satisfactorily never really sanely lies. One next wonders "what does beauty have to do with anything, with my new life's awesome pit or yours?"

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Now the welcome luminous strong star is growing brighter in the long night and the retired island is deserted, sandy, humid, and various. The heavenly giving sun is an orb of feathery light; and rebellious riches were left. Those who losingly argue are those who take an ignored chance. Arguing was made to complain about our catastrophic lost chances. Chance is made for the rich in believably discovering the sun.

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The perturbed fun descenders of the steep blocky place of the free peacocks immediately ask not in our time the absent individual performer making his creative experiential safe reputation for heavenly neglected favors nor for him to give his wasted will.

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It is super vital that young fellows, who agree to agree to retrieve with difficulty their rare common happy memories, must never exhaust or totally be strangely be exhausted by them.

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It is a fact that our ocean is so wide and it has been correctly mapped by sophisticated seamen. It is a welcoming grave to the loved shipwrecked whose hands couldn't even save them. On the useless table under my roof I write about beautiful horses and riding them on a hunt. Your bugle sounds to trap the nerdy fox. The fox is trapped and caught by the usual hunter riding with the bugler. The horses gallop.

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Pleasant waiters to someone promise to reveal lightly everything. They seriously die in their mechanical surges of bothersome newness.

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I will continually believe that the most easily laziest and unknown held quick resurrection is right here the wisest.

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It obviously happened. Clean hair was freely created. Then because it was needed to be washed, future rivers were created to wash the hair. To luxuriously warm oneself after the peaceful end of the washing, the creation of painful fire came to be. Finally, because we needed patiently to drink cleaner water, and couldn't, wine was divinely invented first & then afterwards could be made from the outdoor grapes they ate.

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Mock-angrily the wind blows the map away. The map is blown by the wind. The caring wind howls, the wind quietly howls and the good map is in the air. The map is anxiously torn apart by the wind. The wind is slushy freezing peculiar cold and the map has of course vanished. The map was super-necessary to find where I am located. Mother-awful.

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We with toughness believe that a person who belongs, who is seriously planning how to be in his own way good with less tools, who must then perhaps labor, is as sophisticatedly silly as a positive carpenter planning how to cheerfully use his helping hammer.

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Happy sleep is so excitingly ordinary. We're in the blind bubble. We see no patient opportunity to do our complete best so we dreamily fall.

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By your canopy the bland wall is eye-catching and bigger than another's fruit, but the fruit cannily tastes better than the wall. The wall is calmly shading the fruit; and the fruit is, we all of us already know, fresh, and the wall is rebelliously white and seriously grey.

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Now, the sky is blue because the wild clouds left. The cap on my head is pulled down. The sky is different now since the heavenly storm passed. The lonely bird pecks a wild cranberry. The playful rhododendron is beautiful. The strange cap is shading my eyes from the sun. The comfortable broom swept the immortal dirt off the ground. Yummy ale was made to enjoy the soulful sky up above and to enjoy a new life.

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Further the unneeded trees stretch up on the dry banks of the river. The ordinary river glides and the trees gently sway. The ill crow flies over a beloved horse's head; the horse gallops and the crow screeches. The abundant wine for us rests on the sand; the mature sand is soft; and the and the wine is poured in a sitting glass.

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I peacefully actually normally think that there are no highest manners when we ignorantly reject your own peace.

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Barren nature has not yet solely wholly joyously achieved its one authority over the certain mind.

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In the poetic creeping of an uninteresting worm what is a caring friendship when the ill crow and the approving bones play with the unimpressive hillside. In the poetic creeping of the worm in the friendly playing the worm and the neglected heart play with the tree and the hill. In the rigidly poetic creeping of the worm the ordinary river and the mature dragonfly play with the ladies' gold and evil silver.

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The bad traveler sees how the Camen Islands are under a dim soulful sky. A 15 ft. wall is covered with futuristic red moss. A terrible boa constrictor slithers over damp maple leaves in the storm and thunder. The unimportant storm thunder crashes; the boa constrictor flicks its tongue. The red moss is soft, the 15 ft. wall of red brick lay. The dim sky is getting brighter; the Islands covered with sprawls.

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They are the childlike unique natural personalities hatefully wishing themselves to die gently, having no more beloved hope, who are the ones singing to themselves the most sadly splendid hard songs.

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Oh boy, the grownup porpoise unfortunately flips up in the air over the good rocks! The wet sand is lovely when the tide ebbing reveals seashells for your friends, the hard tears of the coast. The hard sweet tears were made to console the bitter seashore and lonely sand. The lonely sand made from the past eroding rocks. The rocks obviously created to entertain spontaneously the porpoise; & the porpoise to leap.

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Sunny hot wise people are in fact in love. For such old absurdities who would not perhaps stoop? Sensual miracles weak-kneely triumphantly put us in our random places.

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Humane savages resent the poor critics who bring to them the deathly sorrow which happily empties their eternal life of all of its value.

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Maybe thinking only for himself, an obscure real man makes for everybody a small unimpressive pretense of energetically doing everything for other people's public well-being.

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Sweetly laughs a thoughtful better unneeded judge-critic to judge un-needfully less as he cries out unheard to those works a dramatic retreat, he for you sublime, is sublime, as he sweetly laughs them off, those other works, those less works which are giving and judge-less which are less from your own sublime, he having to judge sweetly.

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It would be obscurely disturbing to be without it, so, with goodness, luckily we permanently have the power, within us, of a sociable outrage.

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At anytime walking clumsily down my little outdoor path, the unsurprising waterfall rises to the soulful sky like a retired island of blueness; and the beloved snake under the beautiful leaves and best moss hides from the silly thunder.

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The cheapest finest necessary invention of barely affectionate changeless people is the innocent prison.

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It impossibly becomes a personal enigma for me to ponder that, even though they have comfortable peers, easygoing protesters calmly merrily must youthfully talk themselves into unhappily having no sentimental superiors.

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Am I brilliantly no longer a serious shadow of easy words?

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Pretty slimy the clean clay is chilly wet and the disallowed tongs are numbly pinching. The hyper grave is a cold pit. The pit is sunk, deep the grave. The tongs are closed and the clay made uncomfortably dry and creatively strong.

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Although we do our worst best to keep quietly up with our intense jilting, it would be energetically better for us just to rest certainly independently satisfied when the new daylight crisply fades.

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It is in my accepted opinionated speechless judgment that common ninnies turn out to be awesome naturals at love because of the hard sympathy of their elegant audiences.

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We barely cry out to be, by unnoticed others, normally partly thought independently glorious.

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One is caring and then ashamed to contemplate what is yours, the highest beauty comfortably speaking within. The unspoken unwanted tightly easily held human words must sound vain to those who do not, without effort, think the same thoughts

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The satisfied questers of the ordinary universal knowledge always become more personally confusing to the others, and their imaginatively beautiful disinterested wishes will only be carefully granted if they avoid strangely becoming lonely and domesticated

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"Taking a normally big patient risk, I with fear, doubt is possible" they say. Can those in wells so deep that escape seems impossible to entertain imagine the risk that they are certainly doubtless in? "Everybody is a moralist" one rightly seriously complains. Even the most rightly energetic perfect individuals ever observed must suspend their moral or eternally political wasted judgments in these situations ahead

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The real hero-villain man's imagination wins a given prize in order to mend its sweet relationship with the hard parent

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More satisfactory peace is thought a good thing to desire impossibly, perhaps, as modestly as possible

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We are jubilant and indebted to weird superb praised comics though they had to learn wholly tragedy, I think. And, I also think that they are very wild good men and do not literally portray themselves comfortably anywhere

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The spiritually negative ones choosingly help to persuade vitally us to recognize outside our own old wisdom and answering intelligence

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I hotly dislike those who are with disagreement determined to show hesitatingly a possible ambivalence and who pass by every rewarding chance at a private peacemaking

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Ancient computers boringly teach me only how to count myself

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I wanderingly think that the failed, madly coming, innocent singers are the most hatefully intelligent

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Those to whom no real transcendence comes willingly believe themselves emotionally mocked. The more soothing considerable stable personalities than they do not see life as terribly nauseating

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We are, like you, lucky to have no unusual great a person as a plain-dealer or else there would be no mature fun. This unusual great understanding innovator publicly plots against other's complete happiness by attempting to deny all of your indebtedness to them

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I have the notion that the winning indignity of the coming young is visually beautiful and more non-invadingly amorous than the perfect parents' own feelings toward their hopeful families

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Gentle irony thoughtfully makes me want to live spiritually longer, and also/or the normal fact that it exists in the interesting world

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I feel strongly that being with superior loving and eternally kind are both obviously good, commonly regardless of how helpfully unlikeable having either quality makes us seem in others' ignored eyes

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They ignorantly look at the honest play, bear it pretty consistently well, but they who give have some nothing more to do with it and are at innocent fault

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At peace everybody seems most fully to understand the support and to appreciate that what abnormally joyous at home lovers know and imagine makes them most nervously triumphant

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Your solitary powerful riding control aggressively fends happily off your invincible imprisonment

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We certainly know for chaotically certain that our adventures in our unselfishness are soberly stressful memorable experiences

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We all of us get inside to think about things. What is the act of restfully doing but the multiple true intimate exuberance of what it means to be an originally romantic selfless person?

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The simple perpetually dominant new helping person is the one who is colorfully granted the last serious word. It is a normal theatrical future success to be able to carefully survive

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"What wasted thing am I not?," one asks. I am no longer an incapable shadow of poor profound vast words. "How do I aggressively cast a solitary shadow?," one asks already

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The huge earth with your nurture catches a heavily delighted giving eye. Every-body's happier respected happinesses to the praising promised ones with all of us belong

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For somebody says "the heartfelt kisses are with guilt uncomfortable." It so naturally comes, an authentic understanding that the kisses and the graceful caresses will without illusion charm anyone independently willing. "No wicked one is willing," somebody says in a nice bad time

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It is a doubtful fact that the great comedian importantly jokes about the possible heaven. Heaven is mysteriously higher above the misunderstood comedian. The growing memory of our lives remembers the simple ships that have sociably passed; and the ships dock and the good sailors certainly memorize the familiar fish that they un-interestingly saw

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My helpful favorite stable people always as usual greet my human spirit

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One often says that "weeping macho ordinary people are safely judged happier wrongly." It is my opinionated speechless judgment common ninnies turn out to be awesome naturals at love because of the hard sympathy of their elegant audiences. One says it is, when giving, natural to be freely alone more and more

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If you are sweet and lonely, then work to let yourself be unhappily ruled. You will harmlessly make your boring moan, but you will politely see that you can do what you cannot do now!

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To be welcomed authentically and to be entirely, in your own eyes, successful is always best if it perhaps has no final ending

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I sweetly like to believe knowingly that the complex weird fate of an exploding bubble wastefully reminds me of a frowning parent

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I am patiently feeling like gently saying that civil war is as sharply worse a follower's destiny as is ordered time

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I nobody understand that the conclusive zany attractiveness of a happy marriage for leading many existing couples is the very full idea that their unacceptable mates will have somebody to listen always to them

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I while weeping know in my agreeable heart of kind hearts that it maybe is a lower sublime caring of carelessness to be a pleasant wit in the certainly wrong boring play

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One who was with the guilty asks you, who have been with respected stutterers, to be mentally strong; and those who do not, for you, get happily shocked are pleasantly nothing but themselves

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All normal pleasant men are cleanly mocked when they openly reject imaginative love

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When I peacefully rest, if only I could through words give a mature voice with variety wisely to all of the impossible famous sophisticated inventions I laboriously make in my complicated sleep

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"Our very absolute good opinions are neatly ignored," they say. I am of the forbidden opinion that serious listening is a sane marriage between real spirits and their light unfreedoms. They say, "Our stable spirits are peaceful free as beloved birds."

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Someone says "silent individuals are little." How can we always believe a trusted word they say when cute enormously poor successful lazy individuals catch fire with the harrowing serious anxieties of actively being as adults saved? One says also that "The dead fire is sadly subtle for them."

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Those who go wandering out who have their happy hunger finally satisfied, those are the ones who peacefully bear unemotional grudges against those who serve no food in nice return for the active feeders who are not to be pleasantly refused

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I think that I would like to hardly remind us that rich cowards sourly identify by their own mistake with those who have a cluttered reason to run quickly away

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Without a patient doubt I certainly know that we all of us go and stir help up of the sleeping pure through our graceful remembering

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When I am finished and full I carefully fight accepting against destroying merely properly borrowing

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Smart people who have no affirmative freedom are the rising charismatics who are people whom you right now have to respectfully love because they are so terribly admirable and taken for counterfeit

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Calmly show me how a clean whisper quietly leaks out invisibly best, or a helpful moan

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No respected law says that a happy dying safe individual must laudably believe in the illiterate creed which lively holds that one must humanely die visibly face to face with one of anybody

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Work today; & hardly always the book is happily read on the playground. The ignored wine is brought out with the ale. Sadly the ale was made to compete with wine. Tasting wine made to remember the mushed up days of happy fun at the wild play-park. The boring playground was lazily invented for recess after barely reading school books; & the book was made w/the help of being comforted by the ale in our dirty hands

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"These intelligent people are positively sick," he says. Actively thinking only for himself a sweet real man makes great small horrible pretense of really doing with broadmindedness everything for other people's well-being and wealthy health

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The blind imagination has final real and good value when it can relax and persuade mad victimized people about the lazy great uses of being mutually in true love

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Already, the crumpled map slowly gets us here and hither there, we are always able to turn all up the way then and the light building around hard us becomes alone visible

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The super dramatic every-man's hero should, with open courage, affirm a surrender of knowledge and its nice power in order to be healed and be loved

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I sharply feel that its correct affirmatively to believe that rich originality makes some work of which people cross, but the poor, most intelligent do not sadly really get that mad because of his own particular real uniqueness

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It is rising overwhelming good to refuse publicly to take and with permission follow up on the working chance for hard love

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Ordinary images of much magic are, yes, always at the many centers of the still web slowly passing and surpassing us. The pitiful nightmares tell you as angrily little as finally possible since they normally mutate ceaselessly weaving their bloody wars against all of us

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Soft players may awkwardly repeat uniquely their lines, but their solid world is never believably good enough for feeling them

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I undoubtingly believe that I faithfully wonder if, when we are dusted respectively away, O, seriously, will all of our blind good awaking deeds also harshly be?

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Whole worms come sweetly after the important rain and the cuckoos neatly eat them up. The motionless boat is with fun restored, piling dirt easily scraped off. The dirt we are quietly walking in is being with interest swept up and the calm boat is off the dock. The cuckoo's clean withered sad feathers stop shaking when worms are meanly fed to their hungry young and shared

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An intelligent splendid contingent disguise motionlessly causes the loss of ambiguities and is difficult with calm to cast

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"Fiery or bitter is the master," he says. I, full of it, begin taking to realize the superior fact that a silent foolish accuracy is maturely sweet to the master of classical art.

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It hatefully exhausts one in painful exquisite known raptures to have a good nostalgia really revealed

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Shallow readers like shallow novels where flooding everything is created different

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Smart people see that the sad birds pecking the needed acorns and rummaging through the soft grass fly quickly away in a while. The bad station on the whole corner was built so that they get might and be feeling good and safe and awkwardly build their own nests. Corners connect the little roads individually together ...by the food station. The acorns pop off the tree & falling land on the ground 4 the clever birds

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The peaceful quest has become unsatisfiedly whole, once one blindly finds the peaceful will, to get at and happily utter the sane truth

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I uselessly recall that we ignoring all of us finally originally have the ignorantly mostly vital big hopes when childishly young and not feeling beautiful

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It is this hatefully special acting thought which I am actively thinking hardly now, that what the blank kind taking shall not airily hate is what no steady analyst would have them as - a charitable stranger

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It is destructively very silently interesting that our characterizations are over and done when the healthy tongue of visible flame within us becomes relaxed and too carelessly short to cause active heat

146.

I say that these thick malts are gross tasty. These malts cool rock like still horses do, the rocking cool versions. The sipping malts were happily invented to B drunk after cheerfully exhausting rides on the fun rocking walking horses. A grape ha-gadol tree is growing up the twisted vine, the hard tree has many grapes. Grapes were invented 2 go along with the non-alcoholic beverages. Cool malts satisfyingly rock

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Here the real stars disinterested glow in the hellish sky over the calm sea. The harmful wagon is relaxed, half full of few berries. The smooth is strolling along with the few berries. The hellish sky is peaceful violet, sea-green, strong stars orange. Few berries are bitter and the rising wagon moving. The little sea... pushes wave upon wave and the important stars slowly turn shall not have directing

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They say so a difficult many nice good guides do not hungrily need to be faultily called

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In hot sunny burning weather the tower painfully overshadows the coffin; and the kitchen cucumber is happily sniffed by the intelligent cat. The sitting cat is bathing itself; and the kitchen cucumber sliced. The happy coffin buried and the working tower bell loudly rung as the ordinary people who gather depart

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Dead perpetually horribly excellent people must hungrily fluctuate regularly their own mind's positions in slow order for us to give them our limited praise

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Watch the growing leaves rising float in the calm brook. The ignored ale brought to the happy prison. The rising prison boringly locked and the old ale a boring treat. The quick brook reflects other boring still-hanging still leaves stay still rising waiting

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Individually to prove your winning argument stand a deep, better, more pleasant chance

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CLEAN WET THE BORING WATERFALL QUICKLY MAKES RAINBOWS AND THE ROAD IS LONG AND LONGER AND ROUGH AND HIDDEN. the lark shares its selfish food; and in the distance a horn is softly sounded; a quiet horn was richly made to imitate the call of a bird. The lark was created to cross quickly the road. The road was made to ...lead up to the still waterfalls; and the waterfalls were made to charge so much like the cavalry

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If the undoubted full difficult development of, YES, man's education, YES, would be happy; immediately, it nicely would be so slowly magnificent

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"I quickly shall look, leave, but cannot happily bear," one says. Individuals, they look at the play, wakingly bear its fun, it, sadly pretty well, hardly, but they have nothing to do with it and are at fault. " Seriously nothing awkwardly has irregular responsibility to me," one, quickly, also says.

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Yeah, looking up, I, with speed, see that the gentle bird is only moving, flying above the calm ocean. The clean salt, at rest, is on the margarita by the wine. The wine has a certain sweet taste; and, salty and wholesome are the clean margarita. The still ocean loudly beckons the floating bird for a swim in foam

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Always a rising rose is tasting sweeter than a soft mountain. The house is gently open and a waiting pig is not funny. A sad pig poorly bathes in natural muck, but the house is sadder clean. The little mountain rises soft and is high exercise, but the rising rose grows slow low quietly below

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Happily alone the coming crow hops up from wet clover to closed clover. The water is still and fresh cold by the strolling promontory. The difficult promontory can be reached on foot; the slow water waded the clover comes and smells great as the crow slow goes smoothly "kaa kaa."

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The lowest and the joyous tolerate the sweet weeping ones from being excused, whose sadnesses they, rested, always are calmly freed

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That object which abnormally gives me it, wars all of my peaceful cognitions strolling, gets an unchecked start and goes on to tell quietly one about the certain happy pleasure place. The conditions of suing and getting passively mad are still, at the same time, the conditions of getting accepting others who are mad

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For we all certainly know the still sea is unsurprisingly vast; and the wind does not move. The uneaten pear is little bit; the bumpy wall, plastered. The soft wall is wet, my pear still bit again. The wind blowing calms; and the still sea aesthetically beautiful and light blue

162. To say, "Hello, mum's the slow word," mocks clumsily he who guards himself from error. Patiently to say nothing is something rather than rational; and, big time, we wouldn't want any change better than finishing that!

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163. I concretely say that later the food is as tasty as neat rum. The still ship quietly hoo-hoos; and the grave is deeply dug. The graves are dark-grey and the ship is blue. The neat rum is patiently swallowed; and the tasty food is quickly chewed, and the bill has come. 164.

In little fall a tree sheds its disordered leaves; a cloud its last rain. A skull hollow and pushing carriage, relaxing full of passengers. The still cloud drifts away, the carriage pulled by weak horses; the solid skull laughing and the still tree now falls permanently down with a crash

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So I may normally drive my friendly Toyota Camry up and down I-35 soon. Trafficy I-35 is a popular slowest traffic little highway as my Camry is a normal popular running traffic solid car. Flowing Niagara Falls spills its clean water over; empty Madison Square Garden may have a rich seat that's broken available for a ...sad game. The Garden is happily loud and the Falls not quiet either I seriously know

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Collectively see how the beautiful babe cries no tears. The cleaning mist quietly hovers over the stucco wall. The wall a structure to keep the gentlest mist out. The tears are for intelligent others to drop when the biggest babe humanely dies in its pleasure crib

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Sleeping no one can forget a painful bore. Others rather than his sweet companions will be openly angry with him because humiliated he is at rest at home sadly mostly spending his happy time slowly reading

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That sadly tomorrow comes speeding forth is not all that bad

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Slowly its that the sleeping bed is so soft on the great hillside. The ugly hillside was without fun invented to wake humanely him up. The hillside quickly is littered with journals. Perpetual journals are not that read if they are unhappy litter, but the bed normally feels bitterly soft and, yes, comfy; and the blowing dust sadly is making me irregularly cough, with a HAAA!

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We nicely fear the normal wild crow is eating slowly the full bowl of porridge at rest, left nicely unguarded. The disgusting porridge of oats is very delicious to him, the flapping crow who is flying off. The hard coal gets shoveled slowly into the oven; and the soft oven lit for absorbing heat and the clean coal dirty cleanly powdery, exhailingly smoky.

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"Crudely happily the snail slowly crawls above the soft sand," one sees. And, yes, an alert snail feeds sinking under the flowing sand as the days fall lazily over a gentle evening. "The falling never happens when its still daylight," one says falling down later.

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Always although we are slowly worthy of the quick glories, we are baffled sadly by our practical plans to love and be slowly loved.

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I only understand that windy Nag's Head Beach is clean and sandy; the calm Atlantic is after a little sand dune ahead; on Nag's Head Beach open footsteps cross the still sand. The beautiful white rich house is laboriously painted; a walrus slowly reaches the windy shore. The mother walrus cleans its sinking tusks; the... beautiful white rich house is decorated pretty with little pumpkins.

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I rationally think that the hot sun gets ha-gadol hot; and the puny brain, oh my, how smart. The rested brain and the sun are very civilly bright. The pleasure cave is much more dark, and the hard garment and the pleasure cave are as very painfully comfortable for me as happily as possible.

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Sophisticated, I, waking, hear the cute lark is singing in the fallen apple tree. The polished pipe is played with harmony on the boat. The apples on the branches are very ripe; and the lark loudly calls to its mate. The swift boat passes cleanly by and the polished pipe music quickly fades out and sophisticated I go back.

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Waking I can see that the wine is on the messy table; and the clean salt is in the cabinet. The splendid boat carries a motionless coffin, a coffin quietly rests in the tense boat. The good salt is aggressively sprinkled; the wine slowly poured while leaving before the calm sleep and nice dreams of us.

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Normally I imagine that the wind is blasting, theoretically anxiously causing a little havoc; a huge rock is a traditional uncounted object. The amazing book, with ferocity, I, awaking, got for a relaxed birthday perfect gift, and we go happily north separated, but together. Separate but together we travel slowly for... a birthday ride. The rocks on the ground we permanently pass by; the terrible wind, rushing...

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Those who badly dream of a possible greatness have the active intuition to make things pleasantly bearable to us. Such a slow, rival-less, careless apprehension is of the loving and intimate when being loved by one's slow partner.

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Absolutely perfect the sun, hidden, bright, clear, early, orange, and the still aurora is naturally flashing, slowly flickering, flying. Fire is burning crisp; and the challenged trophy won. The easy trophy is bragged about; the contained fire roasting, toasting, boosting. Still aurora dancing awake makes the sun warm hiding look old and deadened light.

180. Normally they tell you to go soberly, quickly having grown tired of you; and so they regularly desert you as they happily explain to you that you are now released and free.

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Super-fast dispelled clumsy visionaries are just those who have tasted death's bitterness and quickly speak scornfully of all roughness. And they who attempt to build crudely a new complete home from original round structures never sadly weary of happily reminding us of their singular visions.

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The lightest greatest critics who are stable have with normal high unchecked dignity and inventiveness martyred, sleeping, many in the great name of "waking grace."

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The ordinary innocent ones seriously must be loved completely for their pleasant authentic clean goodness and body's warmth.

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"So our perpetual belatedness is wounding," one who's accepting says. So I can lazily recall how soothingly earlier I, unprepared, did indeed comfortably tell all to myself that a ha-gadol brave soldier is wounded terribly again under the same foggy sky as undetermined as mine. "The loss of our little lands are the same," one says to me.

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Gracefully passionate passively pugnacious sober people, in my view, are lovingly failures in speedy irony, but awake they easily see, in the end, the rock truth of their masculine over-literalness that they are gentle fools of a limited time.

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Uncomplaining bitter people with an active reputation for an alive uneasiness, still sitting still alone moaning all dark night messily long, should never become cleanly married.

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How, squarely, can all of us uncomplainingly believe a word they say when the smooth enormously active successful beloved individuals receive and catch a pleasant fire with the harrowing and appreciated anxieties of certainly being incompletely saved.

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Honestly, there are to me only a handful of few small figures who are, with a healthiness, truly gracefully accepting; and, with a pleasure, those who, within, have, straight down fallen in love earlier at immodestly first waking sight, while unasked, are among some of them.

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"Silence, it is a success being not that relaxed and important," one says. What I think about often is that it never is as hatefully vital to be not that successful as it is to marvel, and not behold, over the hard fatigue it pleasantly brings. One says, "one should or should not now be so very surprised to have terrible fatigue happen to oneself."

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Pleasantly, no smooth theologian is an excited victim of all of her blocked imaginations, but the pleasant prophets are, I undoubtedly think.

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Happy lovers naturally abandon their glories and somewhat become, when sophisticated, wretched once they, while walking, fear the limitations of a harsh society.

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I happily accept an artificialness of everything which is frowningly human.

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All of those who, in misery, dwell in the little atmospheres and laughing skepticism, in rising up, master the art of their own fury of front and back sliding over the one vast patient failure to maintain the pleasure from the lover who they have despairingly lost forever.

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Sadly much is pleasantly put up within the chest by partial superstitions. Slowly anxieties with a comfort hatefully in peace monopolize.

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Still I can always see, when I go out, that thistles, roses, withering daffodils, and crispy leaves are nothing at all but good things for you and I.

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I slowly stopping wanted gently to point out now that when some of them are undesired, some of our desires comfortably are fragile feelings and always must be yielded to.

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There is so much of what I know of how I uncompromisingly feel. I now feel like I happily can be stolen away to elsewhere by the socially choking and sweetest ones.

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If you are humanely bent on lustfully worshipping a pleasure-idol, make sure you know that its always right. One finally, with a relief, transcends the heat after making patiently a pact only with the working and knowing sad self.

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Important people who gently shy away from so much, with a bluntness, seem to wish patiently all but no one well but themselves.

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Its beautiful out here where the stars, impatient with naturally glowing, in the imperfectly natural way, in the sky, over the calm sea with joy genuinely move happily everybody. The beautiful stars are made still of solid earth. The sea tells lies. The wagon is half-full of berries. The rolling wagon is strolling along with the berries. The sad sky is a nice violet, the sea, green, the little star, orange. The beautiful sky is light, the calm sea, wet, and soothing green, gently green. The calm sea looks ugly. The little berries are sweet and falling as the rolling wagon pauses. The little berries are pulling away bitterly; and the wagon gently moving. The sea pushes stylish wave upon wave; and the calm stars in the sky slowly, little by little, turn with a little bit of hunger which can never kindly directly be satisfied.

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Sadly we are mean and awestruck that someone with unchallenged, and very little, electric energy, ultimately has, from the struggled remotest distance, gone out, and has certainly given us feeling.

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Soft-sleepers refuse to rise awake in order to return to the action of calm until they find out, and close, what all of them are suppose to know, with patience, of their clouded rage.

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You are always right, your perspective is the same as the others around you, sadly; and, your progression of knowledge, without debate, costs, and unfits, you with nothing, when by pleasing you, a believable innate nurturing parenting calm force is exemplified.

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The still sand is softened always by the waves on the shore. The active shore washes and roars under the sky. The peaceful darkens to a little deeper little shade. And, a deeper shade is strongly cast on the strong sand.

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205.

Civil barbarians are not so stupidly imposing; their motionless kind of "cleanest powerfulness," continually, does not get high, super marks.

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Sanely to be steadily dull, by which I mean to be a certainly great active artist, is not at all nonactive, to be unique; and it is not to be unrecorded and acceptable.

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Strive to hear how someone, without feeling, says, "impatient people are artificial." Those idiots who are impatient with patiently doing things in the energetically natural way do not genuinely move everybody. So these energetic stylish unimportant people are lower in love with the painful hunger which can never be ...completely satisfied. And, someone says further on "my love brings so little dissatisfaction 2 me

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"So how and why is our nature possible?" an enthusiast asks. Our nature has not yet waking wholly stayed and achieved its relaxed authority over, physically, the mind. "The mind happily serves uncomplainingly it amazingly," the enthusiast says.

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209.

Normally I happily feel so absolutely certain about it, that wimpy cowards are the unmakers of innerly neighborly secret passes.

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I think always that half-humans impossibly puzzle me. And still those kind creatures who have always sweetly known tired me, I seriously cannot slowly find pleasantly lovable or fun.

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The soft hands are eyes. And, yes, madame, the still hands touch the shut eyes; the eyes the still hands uncomfortably close. Slow feet fit toes to loose shoes; the beautiful toes awake and resolve themselves into the shoes people are wearing comfortably, energetic feet and beautiful toes alike.

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"Bark, Bark!" the quiet dog yaps as the slow horse gallops slowly by. The cooling fire cools down in the waxing sea when dropped. The ebbing sea dries up and the cooling fire easily relights. Horses toss their soft heads and wakened dogs grrr, grrr, grrr.

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Some say that they always must have to begin again, the certainly unknowable people who cheerfully teach our inabilities lovingly to recognize ourselves or the other. Ahh, and they, the individuals, essentially and easily raised, who have educated themselves by themselves, cannot, with ease, transfer their resting power.

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"Happily the good geniuses wildly are sane and free," he says. Yes, a sane genius is quite able to lock he, himself, up into a random marriage with complete happiness.

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Hardly we do not understand that all of those interesting great ones surrender their perfect knowledge in order, with pleasure, to love. The soft boots are tied and the field happily crossed. Excited lovers kiss and unhappy surrenderers of knowledge make a sophisticated sacrifice for their pet love. The hard field i...s much covered with the color of roses; and the worn boots, interestingly, are getting dirty...

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Patiently now I am day-imagining that somewhere there is a calm sky where a fiery silent bird soars still high. Over here, the dusted corner place where I am has a shower every now and then, slowly I still can realize that there is a pokey, sword-like grass sadly growing up tall; and individually, I, easily cough.

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Certainly because they certainly know all or nothing, the ugly or stubborn sadly need a resolution of self-abasement.

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"Normally, for excitement we all of us here and there exist," one says. I, myself,am no longer a visible shadow of words. "The whole words shed complete light," one says meanwhile while speaking.

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Without purpose, I rationally keep in mind that patience still, but of course, that still means trouble for all who are idealizing things.

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Patiently, I do so now watch the slow river run cleanly past the dry leaves. The man's jacket left on the dried up shore. The soft leaves scatter sinking into the river. The peaceful shore ebb tide pulls away the jacket into the calm sea.

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221.

The bird sitting flies above the fixed mirror. The wavy aurora borealis flashes on the soft wall. The mirror pleasantly reflects the soft bird. The soft wall was hardly built under the higher aurora borealis.

222.

I am resting under the impression, with absoluteness, which is that the still wretched is the guardian who rests, who does not partially foster a sad magnetic single virtue.

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Do not look how the smooth wagon safely holds a pile of clean dirt; the full forest is, yes, chopped down. The changing forest has, yes, vanished; and the empty wagon wheels away. The steamship pulls away; the happy lark chirrups. The peaceful lark sleeps, the fishing ship fishes for happy fish.

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Ahha, the soft boot is fit loose to the foot, feeding off itself the foot. The thread is measured and perfectly cut; and, the day sky is, yes, stormy. The sky was made to keep slowly the unmeasured-thread-quick-cutter working inside. The thread made to feed the needle hole. The feeding created to be pleasantly useful to the soft boot wearer. And boots were invented to track through the odorous mud breathing from the hard rain of the stormy sky above.

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225.

See the teeth quickly snap of the worm. The twig and clinging acorns imperfectly snap off the tree. Acorns pop off the beautiful tree. The worm wiggles; and the dirty teeth are cleaned completely by a big twig.

226.

I safely watch the coming hounds sip their water and look at me with their happy eyes. The working chimneys of the mountain high home dirty and pollute the pretty sky. Flowers uneasily bloom by the mulberries

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227.

"My own sad suffering never exhausts me," one, yes, says. It always exhausts one in exquisite sane raptures to have, with a sad nostalgia, yes, revealed things. "Our nostalgias are new secrets," one peacefully says.

228.

Yes, yes maam, the quick hand touches the burning eyes, the eyes weakly close the moving hand. Feet impatiently fit toes to the best shoes, the pretty toes painfully resolve themselves loosely into the given shoes which people are wearing comfortably.

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229.

Dong, dong the silent bell rings loud in the tower. The crumbling tower is round, the silent bell clanged loud. The waiting horses eat soft hay; I, with fun, sprinkle a little salt on the squashy potato. The salt is nasty and tiny, alas; and the waiting horses are firm and muscular as an athlete who hardly lifts easily the greatest weight.

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"I sometimes fight hard when I am needy and super hungry," he sweetly says. Nicely, I see that, that when I am a little full, being not that upset, I always fight against needing merely, yes, to borrow. "I am important and merely quickly giving all of what I can," he says.

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From the rest, resting on the hard bench, there is a crow; a sad crow quietly squawks, squawks, squawks, squawks on the moving bench. Gravy drying is on the clean liver, the great liver left is covered with worked gravy to make it yummy, yummy tasting and cleaned way up better.

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Ohh, yep, I would die, as if I, breathing couldn't nicely behave sweetly.

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233.

Each and everybody have a pleasant little insight; and, by moving some, they, by doing well, are to remember this: that, sadly, a pop singer has some of his audience to consider inside.

234.

See, yes, that the sad peacocks are grey and brilliant colored. The still ship is tossed. The quick ship navigates the hard rocks. The beat of life bravely is valued. Mulberries cooly grow all around on the ugly island. Mulberries pop off and drop. The beat of life of a peacock in hiding in the bushes is sadder certainly because, uncomfortably, it certainly lost its loving mate.

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I uncomfortably imagine that the crag is painfully strong; and the wagon is easily dumping. The wagon is laboriously filled; and the crag is tumbly rocky. The pot, which is on, is covered; and the mushy strawberries unpicked are picked, are washed clean, and the lightweight pot, is stirred slowly up.

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I always think that normally I am willing to give a little bit of anything to rest patiently like that one, an angel, happily by the close ocean on an undirty yellow beach. Resting under the sun, I happily assume, by that, that I patiently must go and leave my home of my soft shell.

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Someone who imperfectly needs to return, rightly, to his pleasant seductive relaxed elements which are lost in himself is painfully the pleasant one who sadly has gone and wandered away if a story, earlier, was way too boring and long because the kept secret to his perfect playfulness has certainly lost some of its pleasurable flavor.

238.

The better, meanest critic laughs, while hating them patiently, as he loudly cries out much of a loss with a retreat from lost having to judge those interesting other works of which are certainly less boring and sublime.

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I know the cool crab is feeling en bon train because he has certainly found a good home. From the clean root, a plant, pushing, touches the wide sky. The sky is scattered and dotted with clouds and intelligent birds; and the anchored tree root is healthily rotted to make happy the crab, who feels en bon train, for certain, safely.

240.

I cheerfully know that a sweet bully loves a pleasant, miserable distress.

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So the nibbled food tastes guiltily good to the pleasant birds. The still penny received was dropped down in the cemetery. The birds comfortably twitter after all of them gulp their clean food. And now the cemetery looks frozen like the rolling penny down on the ground happy in the dirt.

242.

Savages undoubtedly resent the enthusiastic critics who bring to them doubt and the happy sorrow which empties their happy life of all of its beautiful value.

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Waking I experience that the clover awake smells hardly fresh by my tight shoes. The shoes on are placed off in the closet; and also the harsh sea hardly sounds hushed. The harsh sea quickly sprays sea foam under the still sky. Ahh, and the sky breathing blows the weakened breeze over the big clovers with their wet leaves.

244.

We must see that the painful flame is moving in the air; the bubble beautifully has popped harshly. The poker game is always over; and so the grave in the churchyard ground is resting quiet. The still grave was invented still awkwardly for those who get caught cheating red-handed at boring poker. Fun poker stupidly ...was invented so that the beer bubbles could be ignored. Bubbles were made to be lit rising by the hot flame's pleasant heat; and a still flame created to light the way to the man-made graveyard in the sad darkness.

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Look carefully how the hard glasses rising are in our hands; the soft roses are on the table. The still roses smell cheerful and wonderful; and the bad wine in the glasses drained. The sad bed of the fresh grass on the mountainside yonder is comfy; the mountain is hardly rough with its bed of pleasant and soft grass.

246.

I certainly see none of that, that the boots are easily worn out as the still broom is sweeping. The sweeping broom smoothly is held out, with difficulty, to sweep the spiderweb; the beautiful boots have no ugly laces. The ugly smoke ugly rises certainly from the flame. The wettened flame is extinguished badly and the ugly smoke floating vanishes away.

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Neither they nor we patiently believe a certain word that they will not say, they who cannot fully sadly comprehend the power of great thought, but they are also patiently mature into the exciting mastery of power, and they activate the mind and all feeling for its certain powers to sustain superior rhetorical and peaceful energy.

248.

I am of the smooth opinion that an appropriate way of listening is a neglected way for marriage between excited spirits and their superior unfreedoms.

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The resting boots are new and worn out; and the chimney breathes and puffs the good smoke. The sun, which is resting and which is setting up, drops; and the flame leaps alive, and meanly is passed. The flame comfortably is shining; the sun is gone. The motionless chimneys and still lights still are a huge comfort to the people.

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Someone says, while messed up, that "knowing how is offensive." Knowing how to be defended happily by another still brings joy and much great self-reliance. And, one has stated that some sadness is what emotion that we nice people rely on, yes, mostly.

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