I went there and tea pot's steaming mellow flower seeds flowed through my fingers and caused my ears to travel through the canyon of the forgotten mice in what is now known as the skeleton towers. "Peace!" said the Window King, "peace". He then faded away into the blue waves of thought and serenity. Do you exist there?
Cheese. In its almight bliss. Is a wasp in a butterfly guilli suit. It watches and wants me vividly, to scrutinize my every move. I fear for my life. Cheese.
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