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THEY DID NOT EAT PHYSICAL FOOD: THEY SEEMED TO SUBSIST ON THE APPRECIATION OF BEAUTY.

Mankind; a kind of twilight industry embraced by orthodox veil. The perpetrator, dressed in sore sackcloth, sipping its tea from each rim of each cup, masters the disoriented with pictures. Here lies the challenge, the dripping acid on a rubbish-fire around every corner of a dump, dumb. I heard of a demeanour only strict mistress would comprehend, but it is still in the eye of the beholder, reassess. The challenge will never engender faith without converging of these statements of mine. Fifteen pillows for a king of wood, tell me, could the riddle ones island be made? Save from each filament of my bodyart, of lichen drowns. A higher state of mind, aesthetic covets for the beauty of the burden abdomen. Tell me, are we pathological destined to be received or could we withdraw from the innumerable caravan as Thanatopsis incline? Flee from treacle of stubbornly retimed, flee from casting of the comedia boredom moist. I love and do care, too much to some occasion. But to assertion, illusionary to the wall.

FLESHSCAPE INTO THE FOLDING INTO THE FLESHSCAPE TO SPEAK A GREETING IN THIS SCISSORED REALM I WILL RECEIVE AND BE RECEIVED.