125: I believe we fall to nature so ketchupy-and-pink .. an oblative canopy over beauty, wit and fashion is established.

I blame eternity. Not you. Eternity is more short than waste. Ruining only me for you?

I’m flipping out, whoa. Lose it all, and more! A white screen blackness. Inform, suborn, freeze freely up — tho external leftist dwellers lower right, then in the middle your lips moving up and down, talking design.

Changed my mind. The rent’s too high! No one can help me switch compounds. Not now. To set myself up is to wangle a musical proof, great bases not mixed with seconds. And it’s clear whose side you’re actually on, landlord.