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GlassHouse
GlassHouse
GlassHouse
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GlassHouse
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Eye was looking back at thee to see if thee was looking back at mee.
Hammering steal into the dirted ground hanging laundry waving like the flag no guts no glory is the tag hate is oppressing me sometimes coming out of mouth in curses foibled again. Eye cancelled the attack an android force of several minions was approaching your city and eye haltered them. The business man he drinks wine and smokes no he does not drink smokes he smokes and drinks wine and takes my HERB from me? A Hendrix song refrains my mind as eye faithfully type this ode to consternation. The certain
Millions of the dollar kind can be attained by muddle thinking the donothing is the best. A donothing toy is on the market plugging it the CharlaX talking this toy is made for simple folk for every girl for every boy a toy made by homespun hands quite simple and from other lands the eye is sure there must be Made in China stamped on a lot of versions. There is a piece of wood there is a crank that turns in only one direction it has a knob much like the one that old men use on steering wheels to add the  macho look to add the oomph to them. The thing is welded by placing platform down and turning crank and laughing all the while. In the Chinese version there is no knob but only wire. The Toy is uncertified and only sells for more than what it's worth.
The only toy eye ever rally liked was the spinning top. Take it by the handle push the handle down into the top then rev it up the more you push the faster it will turn then let it go watch and learn. When the thing was in two pieces the secret stayed inside the crank was just a solid stone the wire was not connected no power no battery no way to make it turn except kinetic energy.
The donothing is now sold on eBay they sell them by the million score and on the second to the last page sits the spinning tops. The forty third minion was carrying an atomic bomb. He is in stasis awaiting transferance back home he is our best man and will not be punished. The bomb is now in my rock cleft hiding place if eye am harmed or disabled in any way a very large rat that eye feed every day has instructions to detonate the A. The A is for AriZoneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Time now for a song
Glass House
By CharlaX
Glass House
Stone throw to a Mary bird space
Stone gutters stone fences
Alarming is blaring the glassing is missing from all the windows face
Glass house better stay home
Glass house rules no one
Blanket in a war zone
Blanket in a cold place
Passerby is swearing the stoning is missing from all the glass face
Glass Throne



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