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Published in The Journal of The Paranormal Dadaist Review

Here’s the story. His mother sent Kai a photo of a group of men who looked like a cult, doing magic. And the scariest thing is the long arms that hug you. This is amazing. They sent roses going to followers of dead Magnani. Look at Magnani. This is actually a cartoon cow! They used Kai. Kai will do it. No one wise would lie about getting free ice cream on Cream of Corn Day. We somehow integrate them into our database. Groups of Magnani alien spectres in mauve jumpers… First this. Little aliens. Little aliens. Bones was already ahead of Kai. No pests, Ogopogo Anguila peluda- like Abigail’s feet. Abigail’s feet. Weeping feet. Codalupe’s big eyes eat the night sky. There are many that look like aliens, even very big ones. This is amazing! Katie, Regina’s daughter, saw them moving in Kai’s photo of the painting, the spirit turtle world spread ghosts. Ghosts. There are a lot of them. Sleep and meditation. Sleep and meditation. They took Tynan’s phantasm. The antennae apparition look small. He sleeps little and works little. Mauve. Ghosts. Chrysalis tubers’ automatism anomalies. Bilge cups. Remote viewing mugs.

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I put your account through multiple translations, and then back into English. I don't know why, perhaps it was my medication. :bl46:

A disguised man and a black and white dog fall to the ground nearby.

Tired people, oh my god, what kind of dog is this?

The man shouts, "I don't know. Are you a Welsh Corgi?"

Tired people, this is not a real place.

Me: Especially on the street.

Weak person: My friend. Exactly. That's the "basic" when walking a dog.

A few minutes later, a man dressed as the Easter Bunny walks in and wishes Christmas.

Tired friends. I'm on vacation. What's going on?

Say goodbye to the Easter Bunny.

Tired, eyes closed, mouth open, loss of reality.

We all share a nightmare story.
The headless robot willingly tried to figure out how much oxygen is left in the dying car. He was in hell. Breathing heavily, Zero was scared. So many Sadducheeses, and no gerbil access too! Email address restored metamorphosis to the third tally-ho reincarnation.

We’re Fat Blood Mints. Shared breathing masks the fear of water, which is a boon to pride. We all agreed. Each body of water has a unique chemical composition. Look at the world and turn your eyes back to the sea. The world is a statue of a headless god. When you look back at the world, it is the light that appears to you. The problem is God. The Earth, the first victim of false beliefs, and pepper flapjacks with pickled beets. Don't let the beets catch you crying at the Pantaloon Pantomime BBQ.

A diing is all getting in the side-floor.

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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!

Who is responsible for this? Also, what is the quality of the pink dinnerware souls? Language adds a quality packaged product!! Don't put sauce on it. Don't call. Don't put sauce on it. This is a slice of cheese. Add a slice of bacon and check subwoofer. Don't put sauce on it. Letters add a flower situation. Flowers come out, will someone take transit place?
Which neighbourhood should go next? Also - Dragon Kitch, Language Trains, Bolts. No sauce. Take it to court! Not by hand! Language. Language. The seat is in the oven again!

Mit fognak akkor imádkoztam hozzá; És imádkoztak The only way. The city lights are a box of chips and tequila. He bought the forest? Language. There are many flows in the market. Language. Do you want a crane? Do you want a crane? Crane! Always carry a knife with memory. Time. Oh, Boy! Add a slice of cheese. Put a cheese slice on the pink unicycle TODAY! Language. Cheese slice. But what is a hat boat for? X-loop soup kitchen. Bring a table.Rebanada de tocino y revisa el pedantería primaveral eneldor. No le pongas salsa!! Would you like a pink slipper dinner?
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A Dadaist Parable~Micromanaged malapropism fries

Micromanaged malapropism fries (“stretched cheese”) differs from a fromage in bland slices, in that, according to French statute law, fromage fairs must contain live cultures when sold, whereas withering froth mages blanch falling stars, so fermentation has been halted. As a result, Marshals, usually called clown minstrels or city marshes, wore hats down to the dock -

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#Dadaist Explanation of economic phantasms and hydroelectric turbans.

Various lords and ladies drank and painted together in the river to give strength to fledgling social teas. They are not meant to be kept as pets in herds. They came in their best clothes and put human hair under their noses. Build a mountain of crazy polka music under many bones. Green animals are having fun in the garden. If Frito delivers beer and cabanas frequently at night, the onions will seek consensus, water supply repaired. There is no sea without wind. The snow under a shirt is very cold. An artificial cloud grew between her legs as Roy had one glass and never removed his night light - the definition of a cold night. Air Manbo News wouldn’t be as good without him. The smile on the wine bottle is as delicate as the sky, the stars below, the salt from the bones and superstardom; Os franceses bebem ino Os friotoie noite. Can an argument ignore this eighth principle?

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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!!!

The wind called. The door opened. The teachers proved it. He called the teacher a monster, which reminded him of his mother. The wind was trapped, but he didn't talk about the sorcerer, he disappeared. The teachers were noticed by his mother. His mother was blown away by the wind and disappeared. She is in prison.
They could have become their teachers or gatekeepers. Only heard about a place called Mapo, valuable advice, chicken, kissed tire, call and set the mood - Everlotus.

He will only teach the truth. They are not the ones who invented the mabirukam.
She suddenly stopped and looked at him, her face was glued to the teacher's mobile phone. The door opened. He looked at her and kissed her. They stood in the middle. He said nothing.
The teachers called. Her mother arrived. The door opened. The door opened.

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.

In the forest of Reneqx, a surprised Atzman finds a glove. The Slime was his fiend's brand. The golden slime is his rat. The scent reminded many of one of K'hinox's warm drinks, Rhinox Moonshine. The lid had a ring indicating the manuscript fractured. It ended up being a rune. Akuemuw'n Forest Bird Sanctuary in Balfour is surrounded by the Rhinoceros Forest, which comes in the dark winter and searches for all the treasures known to man. Fire is solid metal.

The realm of Atzman Reneqx is filled with the best omnipotence and is made up of hummus. In the desert, the colorful creatures of Aqmeink have torn all the clothes of the people. Slim searched all the temples to find artzes morn. Slim J'qhite, and his companion, a dead cat, who wakes up and curses a rat named Frafra, desperately wore gold, white clothes, and a recipe, named Le. Atzmon Renex brings Akuman with all the runes. Dead Palfrey saw the Almighty pull the rhino into the metal. Rhino's friends know about the Black Ring Helmet. It's cold outside, and fierce birds and rats come, cut the crown made of gold cloth.

MaY tHe DadA bE WiTh YoU!!!

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He throws green powder at them and Osias falls. To test the magic of Borgod, the man of irony, the characters of Once Upon a Stalker escape the library and take refuge in the Forest of Peace. Our descendants of Volga have lost such protection. The blue walls, the Osau Castle, the days when I locked Malina in the library, all because of the rotten wood, the sweet smell of wood, the royal glass.

I felt a hot red hoarfrost heat. Following the summoning instructions, we went to the Shadow History Library of the Magic Crystal, and found him in the Volga Library wiping Osias. Because magic didn't work on us. Wiping the s, it's useless. The Osiax nurse, dressed in red clothes representing the ten walls, was holding the Osiax Ruby.

The important things are the sacrifice of the ship, the lost children of Borgod, the Tree of Peace, and the salvation of evil. I'm designing the work. Wiping the s. Keep the peace, restore the green sand, return the fallen towers to the ground, feed the survivors, save the Borg and his ship from eternal destruction, and restore the wise men. Live eco-friendly and save money. Our library, Borgata, Borgata Coins, Borgata, Borgata Guide. Breathe, sir. You can listen here.

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The betting sun rose near shim, thorns blue earth - cave in the ringvar í er omni gudurin sky, a lone dragon stood in the yellowed sun. Tau txais txoj cai. yog hloov los shadowy planets even further - Death is a great shark, the storm is stronger. The sea is like a potato rolling wire fly cutting engine haste power mule train sum ein kartoffel -

Havið er togi, og flugu skorin stýrileysur dreki sosterkari place. Hours fast! It's stronger than him. The bottom boiled—boiled, boiled, like a kókaði Botnurin — skjótir! Tað sumcake running in black mist,
it was in many, the welcome god was a rudderless dragon as strong as a ruby.

It was nor spring. They met a dragon stronger, stronger than him. He was so strong, like an onion or a ruby's tear.

The shrinking sea beneath
the black dragon was boiling-boiling, boiling,

like a kettle in the hauj lwm hloov tagnrho wind. An hour of hope and faith will crush any rojsummer qhov zoo rau lub mooswill that appears in your way - but it will do it all in an hour. An hour.

The worker comes from within - the turtle's hell is but a flickering star in the shallow pool of a goat's caress, the hand is open as the night sky.

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