Figuring on a quick end to the bickering between rival tribes the old fella mixed up a little whatnot with extra whowouldaknown and even a dash of noreally, and slipped it under the flaps of their ears and tents and tongue-whiplashers. the eyelids he dusted gingerly and scooped dirt from their deadfriends reposits for a ceremonkey later–he didn’t like a.i. but most threats were m.t. without i.t. For all in tents this messaging around wuz electronic nough and he allowed himself a small knapsack of dreamink in the aftermoon, regardless of the consickuences. the designification continued over the next feud weeks, and slowly, with patients, awareness, and diligentleness, he was abel to stop the caning. Try bull-pieces hard to cumbay a-mediately. Not afraid, hide raw, Manage a bull, buy the horns, the dilemma remains in the reposits, the tracks. Maybe success means impede the stampede. Dessiny is the means to some other end, a means to endoscopy, a way to not B fenced, avoid the middle men, stay off the ropes, out of the noose, the news, the snoops. Desymble the webflight for new wings over the plains text, better than planes, new spheres of existents, where the tribes live well, drringk from wells, w.out orwells knights mares gunsingers, camerara boys and agents of repercussion, hoofbeats in tomorrows camp dust. Like Wilde visiting the west. I’m working at the open range of expressions; it behooves the situation.

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