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Dadaist Ponderings of The Fifth Kind

Then, when the avocados dozed, they sucked them from the Olympic flame, and when those blackened people realized the Olympic flame was impossible, they smoked it, and smoked every soul hair we had, which flowed like a waterfall from our tongues. Those eyes didn't sweat evenly when they cried.

And still, they play themselves verse litres, which plumbed from the soundless ghost of a guitar or the turtle ukulele.

Then they swam the Olympic flame, and tongues burned, and their hearts danced when the cisterns realized they would not be able to catch the Olympic flame.

When you cry, you burn the impossible, and when you swallow the Olympic flame, it becomes dark.



This composition was taken with an EOS90D using the grainy monochrome setting. It was of a scene on the TV, from The Korean show, You are My Spring. It depicts the silhouette of a woman looking off to the horizon of the open sea.
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All that's missing is a pair of shoes. They pop up everywhere like little sinners, eucalyptus and tulip leaves are frequently affected. Here they looked like schoolboys, strange fishermen on the Tree of Mortise Dada.

The desert deserves a haiku
or something beautiful.
The industrial desert is yours -
Beautiful castle!

None of the renaissance stuff that mime saxophonists and musicians have offered in the last decade is appealing to retro haigii-kulei or anyone else most affected by chronicle loss. What's missing is the casuist ralian influence on iconic bottle souls. If there is no zero, the shape of the silver plate will be distorted. Are you against this situation?

Do you like this box? Do you like this box?

#DadaistPoetry#ProsePoetry#ProsePoem
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This is the ultimate purple stream guide for anyone thinner than you. The mythic missing moon is setting, and the night is gradually getting deeper, deeper, deeper. Deeper Disaster prevention and dumb matinée equipment conveys constitutional flux-flange pie filling. They want to know if it's cold - emerald circuit baker.

The day has come when the silver hands of dreams dance with beauty. It was empty....... a nullified vortex stew. What should I do? But the last time I saw you, I was gone.

The moon set, and the night opened with silver hands. Dream of dancing with mythopoeic beauty. It looks better than the last time I saw it. And there you are: a full, relaxed face. It was empty - Wood, you can jump deep deep deep creeping and leave me.

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The stone atmosphere is literally fash'l, the posture of fasting. But Hints are such a personage that they quaffled toxicant potomania. When the wall is wet, the wet wall weeps nullifidian thermalgesia.

Behaviour of earthquake walls – an epigeous comminator butterfly wings. Maze kitchen was dedicated, so that the water rose “as high as the arytenoid preessential cinnamon phantom waves” before turning to stone.

Stone has other unique properties -
Coptic exhilarant coyote phonation,
in knowledgableness green

these Hellenic limitless orchid-leaves
cubes caution -
even the walls are crumbling here

In the sagest stag alights
no knot spagyric candle
how soon it must sit.

As limitless puddles drone...
askew knowledge enables less
nesting into pearls,
pearls!
birds again
sweat winds

This tree is a kind of chicken. And another unusual feature is that this stone tablet quietly speaks to two spiritual issues.

~ Chef Boyardee, you make Good Cookies.
~ Mamma Mia, that's a spicy oatmeal.

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Paper tiles’ testimony can be rectangular
>> A Dadaist Prose Poem <<

Paper tiles’ testimony can be rectangular. Otherwise, the conversation will end. Obviously, this is a problem. I will only explain the juxtaposition section. The story never ends.
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Asemic Tarot · Paper tiles’ testimony can be rectangularPaper tiles’ testimony can be rectangular. Otherwise, the conversation will end. Obviously, this is a problem. I will only explain the juxtaposition section. The story never ends.   frui…
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Children's teeth coordinator - found in pediatric dentistry literature: There is "success" in children's teeth. Children's Teeth are prosaic allegorical techniques of recombination.

If the conjecture is true, these properties or commencement turns heads, as come any two black holes that share the chew on hard things. Gums click other electromagnetic waves at baby’s teeth - if mass and energy travel a parable line.

Articulated Mass and Energy: Gnawing or when your baby’s teeth spacetime through their gums - strong nothing-waves travel as babies begin to teethe between voids for it is odontiasis - otherwise featureless drool, which can cause a rash energy to escape. Moreover, quantum fields and 7 different pickles for every baby builds stanza-energy of paragraphs. The symbolism parameters are indistinguishable from Lots of Spacetime curved by tropes, predicts that Teething is an event horizon.



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