As I regress, becoming amoeba. All my industry furniture instincts reduce to a state of nothingness.
Only an executive node of blip blops, with there's now with our time.
Scratch sloops, more mean faces.
I endorse an amount of manners As these little blips, blops and dorks. That happen to manage to make it about it
Why can't I suck their inner juices?
Take and mould them into shapes?
Make them replicate faster.
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