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 OVERKILL

OVERKILL
summer
summer
The Dailey grind is rendering. A measured silence is better then a constant noise. Layers of clothing in the summer time are blue jeans and unders and overs unders will you never learn. Sweat makes salty lines. The whitest you can see. Seals the salt into the clothing washing in a machine will not remove the lines from salty clothing washed. A palindome eye believed. Let them eat the cake of salty sweat eye leave behind the mess will blame on them. Yu who give in to the desires of this world and live for cheap thrills will not use overkill as salted loggings formed. Eye am spending money. NOUN. EYe am only dollars billed. A price eye pay for living freedom overkilled. Eye am spending money. VERB. It left my hand. Eye eat the food of molded breaded yeasted lambs. Salty meat to someday stain my clothing. There has to be a sane and honest answer to this question we are having about the limits of this civilization.



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