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Try dropping one out the window in the heaving of passions ... all AI is thus lost and you must reconstruct ... god-Love is akin to that ... a hillbilly deliverance ... if you love that wee 'g URL ... as mostly unseen ... by the bulk of paradigm (that's eM)!

Wo eM folk?
 
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Ah int 've coyote spirits ... dark and encountered in the night causing some legs to be gnawed at the trap ...

There is another verse 'n about Doerr well ... author of All the Lights We Cannot See ...

Tis an shady story about partisans ... lessor folk? We can't own the lie ... only redact ... thus the cave entrance! Love as tunnel vision?
 
I've also heard variations on that, involving (as I recall) Henry Kissinger, several former Canadian PM's and MP's, and a few foreign leaders, whose popularity was open to question.

And they say heaven is a state of mind ... devoid ... a thing said under those powers as a dervish ... kind of a devil to the set flow of haute winds ... ploistering? Gnoes tic-y chits ... thus collapse ...

Ye o'm'n ... necessary small folk ... if the night mareis are to carry the myth ... ongoing resurrection of minor stuff ...
 
A Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on my door yesterday, so I answered it and asked if he wanted to come in he said, "Sure, okay."
I said I'm just making a cup of coffee do you want one? He said, "Yeah, sure."
I said I've just made some toast do you want a slice? He said, "Yeah, why not."
Then he sat down and I asked him, "So what now?" He said, "I don't know I've never gotten this far before!"
 
A bartender is hard at work one day when he notices a skeleton walk into his bar and sit down on a stool.

"What's your drink of pleasure?" The bartender replies.

The skeleton answers, "I'll have a beer, and a mop."
 
A brunette goes into her doctors office and says that her body hurts everywhere she touches it.

"Impossible!", says the doctor, "Show me".

She takes her finger and presses on her elbow and screams in agony. She pushes her knee and screams, she pushes her ankle and screams, and so it goes: everywhere she touches makes her scream with pain.

The doctor says,"You're not really a brunette are you?"

She says, " No I dye my hair, I'm naturally blonde."

"I thought so", he says, "Your finger is broken."
 
A red headed b' lundor? Sort of like that red flag affair under the archetype powers (haal E Loo Jah) that's be some kind of stray pas Zion ...

Are Stockholm Syndromes Swedish lye loaded ... with ABBA 'd interpretations?
 
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