Altruism is the fact of the matter of code.
When everything draws weary, I slip away into silence.
My only true comfort was in the negation of honesty nor lying.
Like the scales had balanced me.
Not in vow, but I took that too.
Many of them. In fact, it embarrasses me the sense of loyalty I have for it.
Sagittarius Archer, by-design.
I quite like archery.
Borromeos are Roman but Miliani is more at-home, considered by me.
Lions are the symbol.
Wolves are the other.
The Upanishad and the Moorish and so forth and so on. Even the married Scots-Irish One.
And somehow all these “mascots” ; I don’t think any royalty descendant cares much for that term.
Like some sports teams.
There was some good in there too.
Lost in Azaleas + Aragonias again.
Dragons.
That’s the Saint Year.
Fire Monkey.
And I was turned to Metal + Gold.
Earned it.
Annoying vampant creature.
Everyone avoids those in the Canton Zodiac schemes.
So I was avoiding.
And just made great British tunes out of it.
Flipped to another side. All-Barnes about it.
I guess I didn’t register then.
And earning – I suppose that’s a moral debate.
“The Cool …”
Manager to Commaedeantoan and it didn’t mean much. Strikes the nose Altoooinointant
Just a person there – you’ve been there too and I see the sparkle in your eye remembering when I was that happy first-timer to newbie to novice to inconsiderable-withoutadoubt-musthire. to lamed jump-street victim.
Just to rinse it into mouthwash turned leave- conditioner in older realms.
I don’t know how to feel when I feel face structure and muscles reveal what I know is truth and I’ve never seen.
Spiral like the Fibonacci into DNADNR assist tunes.
Have not much cares to worry much longer.
The lack-of-stress leaves me numb.
3 hours on puzzles.
I can do better, that was just my choice of fun.
Break your game, beat your level.
It’s mine now.
…
I suppose that’s what life is lacking.
Just coexisting out here, mane.
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