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THE TRANSCENDENCE





By
Hope
Jill
Billy
Stephanie
Jennifer
Ursula
and
Sylvia
McBride



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1.
A mood of impatience is a youth's trick; and much stuff is
done while being mad at our wilder natures. A star-eye has
methods magical. Nature's storm ways are of love and get
folks hopping. The greatest power is a sophistication that
those in love love passionately. It is some fun to be exiled,
to yearn and to need many deluded praises so that a
mistake will not ever become fulfilled.
2.
We highest learners whom a joker has some fun with
already have the knowledge that smoochies, planetary
hugs, and the ability to relax in the clovers will charm them
who badly want them to.




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3.
To make and to amaze and to experience the freedom of
being able to go into the abyss, to go out on treelimbs is
idiocy and it can create such a pained time," they have
said. We are the realizers that to be each a seer, a radiance
of an escapade of being a neater one for the gang is so
making for each of us such an uneasiness that we so feel,
and in no way, find things easier for us while freefalling.

4.
I make boats go out below the breezes and the shades, the
shorelines squeeze the crackling wave flow out the deep.
The sheath of my haven, more broken is more sheathy;
they are airy, the shadelights too. Below the blow, the airy
drearys and raves as it is deep. The arrowy, this way, while
the coast-blow happens, deepens the grey shore on the
clearer coast.

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5.
So the rave is that brains are greater to make a thing out.
From the faces to faces the sunray ages. The radiance of a
ray was made to sway the nails to Asia. Asia made to
gainsay face to face brainys. The angelface itself a make-
believe thing which the makerly brains may have made
swaying the brain. And, the brain made to take us away
out to a crazy place beyond the sunray.
6.
Ah, what I learn of doing day by day is that the vitals of a
rule to get one's action together must be mature. It is to
feel a shell-shock into what might relax me over things
which utterly exacerbate me which I surrender myself into,
which is the cause of the great feeling which I have.

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7.
See how one will wince a wince of happiness at the tallest
easy crag. The crape myrtle stump does look like the foot
of one who dances clumsy. The one who dances can step
with light steps, feathers of importance; and the myrtle
stump is an innocent power which grips earth. A powerful
and light mind are a must when one scales a crag. A crag is
made for sturdy anxieties or else a climb accurately is no
fun.
8.
I say that it is great that goal-oriented folk who meditate
about staying back from opening out their abilities, make
such mistakes.



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9.
Friends remember with greater pure pleasures that they,
though not good at doing so, earlier do, with sure respect,
give an explanation to themselves about how a good choice
fight was an event that harms them beneath the very same
lost skies as those over my worrisome inquiry-making
head.
10.
I feel, an affluent thinker, that though it ought not end up
meaning any trouble, it is actually beautiful when I am
recalling to with ease actualize it that a story lover, in the
things she feels, loves the memory of a novel or of a parody
greatly, where all beings under the aurora borealii look
positive and new, and awesomely deepen and scatter and
are free.

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11.
It is the tower of gentle force, a stronger one which the
genius will praise as a rope of gold; and it has the patience
and is able to survive with its belief of the riches of a
fantasy, where a block has occurred in the ways of a
familial headland.
12.
We say and lead the boldness in these ways: "the weariness
is something of an annoyed thing we feel that we in silence
opened up." We as children give affection and we are sad
that the forces that please the pains and interest us in the
ordinariness of our aim, a stink which a bored one collects,
is due to the selfishness of the fate we clear that becomes so
original, open-minded, sophisticated, and freethinking.



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13.
To awe-inspire folk into a universal warmth, by a timeless
progression of and by the differences which a reward of
allowed authentic affectionateness gives, is what we can do
in democracy, in the horizons of the awesome and original
world.
14.
The orders of all, who have patience with a moment, who
ask either for or not for action to blind and throw out to
them carefree work, the moments scatter-plant us onward
or they harm us like a lower-shore crab which we see in
our imagination as it goes farther.





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15.
The great snake that does not know of the lightflows
appears after the rainshower; and a little knower dove and
crane has scraped them up. The schooner is what we work
on; calm molds we remove and all sweep; the grossness we
with merlots traipse through is put into a container. The
old boat we abandon is far from the bay. The old doves in
love waiting in their places with their little doves share the
snake.
16.
I being original enable myself the painful realization that a
so-so beer-ableness in which one will "get a thing right"
has also a taste to the guide whom I, with my vision, adopt
as my own.






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17.
It is dark. Time cools and is a guide darkening, a true
action dim on the street. The path has cold begonias on
both tiers. The plants' odor is sweet while we deliver our
step out into the path. The road is with love something
light illumines by beams from candles in the cold as I think
of the glories of my gal.
18.
"For me myself the calm ability to digress relaxes me," one
says. One who traditionally eliminates the suffering's
possibility and rules out its sticky emergence barks out to
you how to fire up. "Magnetically feeling suffering is a
fresh idea," one says. For even as in time it shows a patient
indifference to suffering and its life, the poetically
unforgettable is still a pain.



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19.
It seems that the need to get things dreadfully wrong which
a seriously special person has is as the mistaken
understanding that a dazzling dusty healthy wind is just
the element for the job to put out the pure fire blazing
across the strong fields.
20.
I am satisfactorily positive that the thing to luxuriously
read in your hurting hands is a surprisingly active part of a
personal life, but not exactly a party though.









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21.
Some easily remember that the familiar natural world is
judged more awesome for the ones who definitely start to
have more natural affection to give her. It is an individual
cause for them to give out that affection.
22.
I enjoy a poem's greatness, to be in touch with the solar
systems of a reading about thoughts on lakes. It comes, an
earliness of knowledge; and the answer is one of
admittance. However, I am not without pity and
exhaustion to think it out.







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23.
Feel that the strange heat is calmly warm and a welcome
luminosity; and it immediately hovers over the beautiful
grassy field. The shamrocks with patience grow puny
under the lazy morning light. The yard is backbreakingly
tended across the way near the exciting coast. The ordinary
shores are wild, liquidy, and sandy impossibly far from the
shamrocks. You dare to check on that too.
24.
Check out how the respected splendid man has
everybody's playful attention and how the cultured opera
singer does her thing. Nice personalities have it, and the
others, without the successful hope don't. They are
seriously sucked up while the singers in their own world
rock on. The singers rock the crowd and such respected
splendor makes the independent fun continue.

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25.
The scary weirdo who for fun seals the trustworthy
opportunities triumphantly peers near, slowly reaches out
eagerly, but disappointingly, for here, and has normally a
reason to nonchalantly sing cheerfully and usefully.
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Comely the hardworking crow "ohhs" and goes for an
undeserved flow of the unmoved hose over where the
clover prettily grows. The hated blowing of ugly smoke
comes over the old road. One's throat is cold as a manly
cornstalk. A cornstalk blows as one's whole throat "ohhs."
The old road is tiringly rolled over by the... horses while
the smoke is blowing. The solitary clovers are cold; and the
flow is for the crow.



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27.
They in goodness know a threatened soul in final hades or
the usual haven goes honestly saved by badly knowing.
28.
People freely pay, great people pay wealthily steep
volunteered pains to, with dependence, easily pay to finally
deepen an easiness. They, the people, the great people ease
a close feeling that a thinking is usually saved by the
responsible genius of learning and enabling easy behaviors
thoughtfully and freely; they easily pay to deepen an
everyday easiness.





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29.
My own present study of my normal life: no peaceful
personal avoided experiences of my own brave
superstitions of hating monopolies and of being calmly
anxious about death, no personal experiences as such, are
of any dramatic interest. Yes, life is weird as such, and any
interest in denying comparison with my own study of my
own life, I should do well to, with all, remember to think of
it.
30.
They of the world know that for them that those for quiet
fun, hey, those who are softly promised to know are feeling
cold; and they do not authentically care; and they know
just that for they carelessly work for fun and for good
money.



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31.
Magnificent, it would be so self-magnificent if it happened.
A gentleman's priceless education would be so magnificent.
It would be, with confidence, awesome to be sadly granted
alone immediately the sweetest fullest passive development
available and possible.
32.
We say that in the unimportant windy and fulfilled
memorable mode of subtle retrospectiveness the great
untraveled road to some "loss" is called "creating
meaning."





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33.
Loudly the morning bell in the tower of exile suddenly
rang in a pattern when the selfish dancing sand spider
pained me. I with the help spilt light wine downward on
my house-boots. The boots were stained when the dancing
sand spider was accidentally killed before the bell-tower
had refrained from, for the town, banging its annoying
patterns loudly.
34.
Our needed flowery obvious commercialisms harmoniously
clear the uneventful sky for the unproblematic reading and
discussing of cutthroat blocked ways of the clear great
making of impossible profits which are of course berated
by all of the all-inspiring inspired real prophets.



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35.
Though this makes me get upset to for certain know, it is
seriously childishly unforceably easy to show that the
universally good and fortunate know-fun robbers sadly
blow out the fire from a confusingly higher and
comfortably clear-minded experience.
36.
I, unsatisfied, dislike that I do not simply understand how
that a tough bicycle could unfortunately spin out of the
rider's control and crash into the outdoor plants. Nothing
new happens as the intelligent ale is drunk. Did the rider
read the answering luminous clear signs? As a lark dips,
the airy lark flies in air, and the ale he sips. The plant is
fine, the rider's dress, etc need repair for fun immediately.



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37.
A disrespected rich giver meaningfully unneedfully thanks
a confused giver. An imaginative life-filled giver normally
wearies the taker. The heroic idiotic giver depressingly
bribes the taker. The known friendly giver memorably
likes the confused taker.
38.
One playfully painful way to obey terribly our sacred little
nature is to relate irresponsibly to the low sorrows of
others by towering in exile above them like a beloved
parent who mystically telling them, without them, for fun,
asking for it, how exactly there have been urgently
invented no accidents whatsoever.

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39.
Verbally imaginative people of all-day worth who, by
joyfully opposing forbidden death, lift all others highest,
perfectly form, and spontaneously draw my unearned
respect.
40.
At long night the town hears the troublesome midnight
thunder clap; the generous thrusting wind in howling. The
moon lights the friendly rabbit and his badger partner
before the normal rainfalls on the crags. The rain
approaches and the rabbit runs his way and the sleepy owl
hoots. The owl invisibly flies under the radiant moon and
the immortal accidental thunder is louder when the wind
calms down.

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41.
Its a crucially nice day to march around and routinely
stretch. The feathery sorry dirt crumbles under the steps of
the neighborly sheep. The lark bravely calling her mate
sings a pretty and free song on the withering hillside. The
lean sheep were made to "baa" and to cheerfully fertilize
the immortal dirt. The unimpressive hillside and bridges
created to pick up the dirt. The loud lark made naturally
beaut'.

42.
The controversial true knowing self finds that the still old
tower is innocently built up of wood to the spinning
feathery cosmos above where lonely birds fly, whose red
skies drench the smooth rocks by the great religious shed,
with splashing drops like running marbles inside a rough
palm safely falling.










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43.
A warmness of a touching beauty is that a now free easy
parent satisfactorily never really sanely lies.
44.
Jolly, the broom is without focus sweeping the cluttered
printer's dust off the waiting boat into the grave. The tree
of sorrow is making a lost shade for a sister flower. The
lonely flowers' heads bloom by the comfortable broom, &
the hopeful boat sails beyond the tree. The unneeded tree
was invented to keep the wandering misunderstood
boatmen from following too far inland. The boat made to
needfully splash.











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45.
Oh, businesslike goblins and freaky weirdos, it is selfishly
natural that you must charitably treat your touching
beautiful new immortal close muses with a better wit.
46.
And in the imagery of a creeping moon mouse what is used
and skipped when the mouse eating the yummy ale-cheese
and when the heaven's gate that creaks envy the floor-
rubbing comfortable broom in the closet? In the imagining
of the mouse in the envying, the powerful perfect wall with
spikes and the pail in the cabinet envy the blue long sea
and the festering tree-root. In the imagery of the mouse,
the strong star in everybodys dusk and the lonely bird
flying envy the caring wind howling and the cut passive
grass in the backyard.









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47.

A strong hot atmosphere is the most ultra-complicated. In
only marginal happy discussions of it, by some hard crazy
undertaking of a serious geomorphological analysis of it,
some confirm that in the existence of practicality, no
significant commentaries comfort us on what is concealed,
from us people, and progressively transcendent.


48.
"What is the working clear word "aye" read as clearly
meaning," one wonders. Aye, a power or a warm touching
beauty is that a now free meaner satisfactorily never really
sanely lies. One next wonders "what does beauty have to
do with anything, with my new life's awesome pit or
yours?"








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49.
Now the welcome luminous strong star is growing brighter
in the long night and the retired island is deserted, sandy,
humid, and various. The heavenly giving sun is an orb of
feathery light; and rebellious riches were left. Those who
losingly argue are those who take an ignored chance.
Arguing was made to complain about our catastrophic lost
chances. Chance is made for the rich in believably
discovering the sun.
50.
The perturbed fun descenders of the steep blocky place of
the free peacocks immediately ask not in our time the
absent individual performer making his creative
experiential safe reputation for heavenly neglected favors
nor for him to give his wasted will.








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51.
It is super vital that young fellows, who agree to agree to
retrieve with difficulty their rare common happy
memories, must never exhaust or totally be strangely be
exhausted by them.
52.
It is a fact that our ocean is so wide and it has been
correctly mapped by sophisticated seamen. It is a
welcoming grave to the loved shipwrecked whose hands
couldn't even save them. On the useless table under my
roof I write about beautiful horses and riding them on a
hunt. Your bugle sounds to trap the nerdy fox. The fox is
trapped and caught by the usual hunter riding with the
bugler. The horses gallop.










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53.
Pleasant waiters to someone promise to reveal lightly
everything. They seriously die in their mechanical surges of
bothersome newness.
54.
I will continually believe that the most easily laziest and
unknown held quick resurrection is right here the wisest.














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55.
It obviously happened. Clean hair was freely created. Then
because it was needed to be washed, future rivers were
created to wash the hair. To luxuriously warm oneself after
the peaceful end of the washing, the creation of painful fire
came to be. Finally, because we needed patiently to drink
cleaner water, and couldn't, wine was divinely invented
first & then afterwards could be made from the outdoor
grapes they ate.
56.
Mock-angrily the wind blows the map away. The map is
blown by the wind. The caring wind howls, the wind
quietly howls and the good map is in the air. The map is
anxiously torn apart by the wind. The wind is slushy
freezing peculiar cold and the map has of course vanished.
The map was super-necessary to find where I am located.
Mother-awful.







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57.
We with toughness believe that a person who belongs, who
is seriously planning how to be in his own way good with
less tools, who must then perhaps labor, is as
sophisticatedly silly as a positive carpenter planning how to
cheerfully use his helping hammer.
58.
Happy sleep is so excitingly ordinary. We're in the blind
bubble. We see no patient opportunity to do our complete
best so we dreamily fall.











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59.
By your canopy the bland wall is eye-catching and bigger
than another's fruit, but the fruit cannily tastes better than
the wall. The wall is calmly shading the fruit; and the fruit
is, we all of us already know, fresh, and the wall is
rebelliously white and seriously grey.
60.
Now, the sky is blue because the wild clouds left. The cap
on my head is pulled down. The sky is different now since
the heavenly storm passed. The lonely bird pecks a wild
cranberry. The playful rhododendron is beautiful. The
strange cap is shading my eyes from the sun. The
comfortable broom swept the immortal dirt off the ground.
Yummy ale was made to enjoy the soulful sky up above
and to enjoy a new life.








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61.
Further the unneeded trees stretch up on the dry banks of
the river. The ordinary river glides and the trees gently
sway. The ill crow flies over a beloved horse's head; the
horse gallops and the crow screeches. The abundant wine
for us rests on the sand; the mature sand is soft; and the
and the wine is poured in a sitting glass.
62.
I peacefully actually normally think that there are no
highest manners when we ignorantly reject your own
peace.










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63.
Barren nature has not yet solely wholly joyously achieved
its one authority over the certain mind.
64.
In the poetic creeping of an uninteresting worm what is a
caring friendship when the ill crow and the approving
bones play with the unimpressive hillside. In the poetic
creeping of the worm in the friendly playing the worm and
the neglected heart play with the tree and the hill. In the
rigidly poetic creeping of the worm the ordinary river and
the mature dragonfly play with the ladies' gold and evil
silver.











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65.
The bad traveler sees how the Camen Islands are under a
dim soulful sky. A 15 ft. wall is covered with futuristic red
moss. A terrible boa constrictor slithers over damp maple
leaves in the storm and thunder. The unimportant storm
thunder crashes; the boa constrictor flicks its tongue. The
red moss is soft, the 15 ft. wall of red brick lay. The dim
sky is getting brighter; the Islands covered with sprawls.
66.
They are the childlike unique natural personalities
hatefully wishing themselves to die gently, having no more
beloved hope, who are the ones singing to themselves the
most sadly splendid hard songs.









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67.
Oh boy, the grownup porpoise unfortunately flips up in the
air over the good rocks! The wet sand is lovely when the
tide ebbing reveals seashells for your friends, the hard
tears of the coast. The hard sweet tears were made to
console the bitter seashore and lonely sand. The lonely
sand made from the past eroding rocks. The rocks
obviously created to entertain spontaneously the porpoise;
& the porpoise to leap.
68.
Sunny hot wise people are in fact in love. For such old
absurdities who would not perhaps stoop? Sensual
miracles weak-kneely triumphantly put us in our random
places.









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69.
Humane savages resent the poor critics who bring to them
the deathly sorrow which happily empties their eternal life
of all of its value.
70.
Maybe thinking only for himself, an obscure real man
makes for everybody a small unimpressive pretense of
energetically doing everything for other people's public
well-being.












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71.
Sweetly laughs a thoughtful better unneeded judge-critic to
judge un-needfully less as he cries out unheard to those
works a dramatic retreat, he for you sublime, is sublime, as
he sweetly laughs them off, those other works, those less
works which are giving and judge-less which are less from
your own sublime, he having to judge sweetly.
72.
It would be obscurely disturbing to be without it, so, with
goodness, luckily we permanently have the power, within
us, of a sociable outrage.










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73.
At anytime walking clumsily down my little outdoor path,
the unsurprising waterfall rises to the soulful sky like a
retired island of blueness; and the beloved snake under the
beautiful leaves and best moss hides from the silly thunder.
74.
The cheapest finest necessary invention of barely
affectionate changeless people is the innocent prison.












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75.
It impossibly becomes a personal enigma for me to ponder
that, even though they have comfortable peers, easygoing
protesters calmly merrily must youthfully talk themselves
into unhappily having no sentimental superiors.
76.
Am I brilliantly no longer a serious shadow of easy words?














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77.
Pretty slimy the clean clay is chilly wet and the disallowed
tongs are numbly pinching. The hyper grave is a cold pit.
The pit is sunk, deep the grave. The tongs are closed and
the clay made uncomfortably dry and creatively strong.
78.
Although we do our worst best to keep quietly up with our
intense jilting, it would be energetically better for us just to
rest certainly independently satisfied when the new
daylight crisply fades.











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79.
It is in my accepted opinionated speechless judgment that
common ninnies turn out to be awesome naturals at love
because of the hard sympathy of their elegant audiences.
80.
We barely cry out to be, by unnoticed others, normally
partly thought independently glorious.













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81.
One is caring and then ashamed to contemplate what is
yours, the highest beauty comfortably speaking within. The
unspoken unwanted tightly easily held human words must
sound vain to those who do not, without effort, think the
same thoughts
82.
The satisfied questers of the ordinary universal knowledge
always become more personally confusing to the others,
and their imaginatively beautiful disinterested wishes will
only be carefully granted if they avoid strangely becoming
lonely and domesticated









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83.
"Taking a normally big patient risk, I with fear, doubt is
possible" they say. Can those in wells so deep that escape
seems impossible to entertain imagine the risk that they are
certainly doubtless in? "Everybody is a moralist" one
rightly seriously complains. Even the most rightly energetic
perfect individuals ever observed must suspend their moral
or eternally political wasted judgments in these situations
ahead
84.
The real hero-villain man's imagination wins a given prize
in order to mend its sweet relationship with the hard
parent









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85.
More satisfactory peace is thought a good thing to desire
impossibly, perhaps, as modestly as possible
86.
We are jubilant and indebted to weird superb praised
comics though they had to learn wholly tragedy, I think.
And, I also think that they are very wild good men and do
not literally portray themselves comfortably anywhere












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87.
The spiritually negative ones choosingly help to persuade
vitally us to recognize outside our own old wisdom and
answering intelligence
88.
I hotly dislike those who are with disagreement determined
to show hesitatingly a possible ambivalence and who pass
by every rewarding chance at a private peacemaking












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89.
Ancient computers boringly teach me only how to count
myself
90.
I wanderingly think that the failed, madly coming,
innocent singers are the most hatefully intelligent














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91.
Those to whom no real transcendence comes willingly
believe themselves emotionally mocked. The more soothing
considerable stable personalities than they do not see life as
terribly nauseating
92.
We are, like you, lucky to have no unusual great a person
as a plain-dealer or else there would be no mature fun.
This unusual great understanding innovator publicly plots
against other's complete happiness by attempting to deny
all of your indebtedness to them












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93.
I have the notion that the winning indignity of the coming
young is visually beautiful and more non-invadingly
amorous than the perfect parents' own feelings toward
their hopeful families
94.
Gentle irony thoughtfully makes me want to live spiritually
longer, and also/or the normal fact that it exists in the
interesting world












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95.
I feel strongly that being with superior loving and eternally
kind are both obviously good, commonly regardless of how
helpfully unlikeable having either quality makes us seem in
others' ignored eyes

96.
They ignorantly look at the honest play, bear it pretty
consistently well, but they who give have some nothing
more to do with it and are at innocent fault




















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97.
At peace everybody seems most fully to understand the
support and to appreciate that what abnormally joyous at
home lovers know and imagine makes them most
nervously triumphant
98.
Your solitary powerful riding control aggressively fends
happily off your invincible imprisonment













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99.
We certainly know for chaotically certain that our
adventures in our unselfishness are soberly stressful
memorable experiences
100.
We all of us get inside to think about things. What is the
act of restfully doing but the multiple true intimate
exuberance of what it means to be an originally romantic
selfless person?













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101.
The simple perpetually dominant new helping person is the
one who is colorfully granted the last serious word. It is a
normal theatrical future success to be able to carefully
survive
102.
"What wasted thing am I not?," one asks. I am no longer
an incapable shadow of poor profound vast words. "How
do I aggressively cast a solitary shadow?," one asks
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103.
The huge earth with your nurture catches a heavily
delighted giving eye. Every-body's happier respected
happinesses to the praising promised ones with all of us
belong
104.
For somebody says "the heartfelt kisses are with guilt
uncomfortable." It so naturally comes, an authentic
understanding that the kisses and the graceful caresses will
without illusion charm anyone independently willing. "No
wicked one is willing," somebody says in a nice bad time











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105.
It is a doubtful fact that the great comedian importantly
jokes about the possible heaven. Heaven is mysteriously
higher above the misunderstood comedian. The growing
memory of our lives remembers the simple ships that have
sociably passed; and the ships dock and the good sailors
certainly memorize the familiar fish that they un-
interestingly saw
106.
My helpful favorite stable people always as usual greet my
human spirit











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107.
One often says that "weeping macho ordinary people are
safely judged happier wrongly." It is my opinionated
speechless judgment common ninnies turn out to be
awesome naturals at love because of the hard sympathy of
their elegant audiences. One says it is, when giving, natural
to be freely alone more and more
108.
If you are sweet and lonely, then work to let yourself be
unhappily ruled. You will harmlessly make your boring
moan, but you will politely see that you can do what you
cannot do now!











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109.
To be welcomed authentically and to be entirely, in your
own eyes, successful is always best if it perhaps has no final
ending
110.
I sweetly like to believe knowingly that the complex weird
fate of an exploding bubble wastefully reminds me of a
frowning parent













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111.
I am patiently feeling like gently saying that civil war is as
sharply worse a follower's destiny as is ordered time
112.
I nobody understand that the conclusive zany
attractiveness of a happy marriage for leading many
existing couples is the very full idea that their unacceptable
mates will have somebody to listen always to them













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113.
I while weeping know in my agreeable heart of kind hearts
that it maybe is a lower sublime caring of carelessness to be
a pleasant wit in the certainly wrong boring play
114.
One who was with the guilty asks you, who have been with
respected stutterers, to be mentally strong; and those who
do not, for you, get happily shocked are pleasantly nothing
but themselves













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115.
All normal pleasant men are cleanly mocked when they
openly reject imaginative love
116.
When I peacefully rest, if only I could through words give
a mature voice with variety wisely to all of the impossible
famous sophisticated inventions I laboriously make in my
complicated sleep













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117.
"Our very absolute good opinions are neatly ignored,"
they say. I am of the forbidden opinion that serious
listening is a sane marriage between real spirits and their
light unfreedoms. They say, "Our stable spirits are
peaceful free as beloved birds."
118.
Someone says "silent individuals are little." How can we
always believe a trusted word they say when cute
enormously poor successful lazy individuals catch fire with
the harrowing serious anxieties of actively being as adults
saved? One says also that "The dead fire is sadly subtle for
them."










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119.
Those who go wandering out who have their happy hunger
finally satisfied, those are the ones who peacefully bear
unemotional grudges against those who serve no food in
nice return for the active feeders who are not to be
pleasantly refused
120.
I think that I would like to hardly remind us that rich
cowards sourly identify by their own mistake with those
who have a cluttered reason to run quickly away












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121.
Without a patient doubt I certainly know that we all of us
go and stir help up of the sleeping pure through our
graceful remembering
122.
When I am finished and full I carefully fight accepting
against destroying merely properly borrowing















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123.
Smart people who have no affirmative freedom are the
rising charismatics who are people whom you right now
have to respectfully love because they are so terribly
admirable and taken for counterfeit
124.
Calmly show me how a clean whisper quietly leaks out
invisibly best, or a helpful moan













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125.
No respected law says that a happy dying safe individual
must laudably believe in the illiterate creed which lively
holds that one must humanely die visibly face to face with
one of anybody
126.
Work today; & hardly always the book is happily read on
the playground. The ignored wine is brought out with the
ale. Sadly the ale was made to compete with wine. Tasting
wine made to remember the mushed up days of happy fun
at the wild play-park. The boring playground was lazily
invented for recess after barely reading school books; &
the book was made w/the help of being comforted by the
ale in our dirty hands










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127.
"These intelligent people are positively sick," he says.
Actively thinking only for himself a sweet real man makes
great small horrible pretense of really doing with
broadmindedness everything for other people's well-being
and wealthy health
128.
The blind imagination has final real and good value when
it can relax and persuade mad victimized people about the
lazy great uses of being mutually in true love












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129.
Already, the crumpled map slowly gets us here and hither
there, we are always able to turn all up the way then and
the light building around hard us becomes alone visible
130.
The super dramatic every-man's hero should, with open
courage, affirm a surrender of knowledge and its nice
power in order to be healed and be loved













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131.
I sharply feel that its correct affirmatively to believe that
rich originality makes some work of which people cross,
but the poor, most intelligent do not sadly really get that
mad because of his own particular real uniqueness
132.
It is rising overwhelming good to refuse publicly to take
and with permission follow up on the working chance for
hard love













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133.
Ordinary images of much magic are, yes, always at the
many centers of the still web slowly passing and surpassing
us. The pitiful nightmares tell you as angrily little as finally
possible since they normally mutate ceaselessly weaving
their bloody wars against all of us
134.
Soft players may awkwardly repeat uniquely their lines,
but their solid world is never believably good enough for
feeling them












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135.
I undoubtingly believe that I faithfully wonder if, when we
are dusted respectively away, O, seriously, will all of our
blind good awaking deeds also harshly be?
136.
Whole worms come sweetly after the important rain and
the cuckoos neatly eat them up. The motionless boat is with
fun restored, piling dirt easily scraped off. The dirt we are
quietly walking in is being with interest swept up and the
calm boat is off the dock. The cuckoo's clean withered sad
feathers stop shaking when worms are meanly fed to their
hungry young and shared











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137.
An intelligent splendid contingent disguise motionlessly
causes the loss of ambiguities and is difficult with calm to
cast
138.
"Fiery or bitter is the master," he says. I, full of it, begin
taking to realize the superior fact that a silent foolish
accuracy is maturely sweet to the master of classical art.













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139.
It hatefully exhausts one in painful exquisite known
raptures to have a good nostalgia really revealed
140.
Shallow readers like shallow novels where flooding
everything is created different















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141.
Smart people see that the sad birds pecking the needed
acorns and rummaging through the soft grass fly quickly
away in a while. The bad station on the whole corner was
built so that they get might and be feeling good and safe
and awkwardly build their own nests. Corners connect the
little roads individually together ...by the food station. The
acorns pop off the tree & falling land on the ground 4 the
clever birds
142.
The peaceful quest has become unsatisfiedly whole, once
one blindly finds the peaceful will, to get at and happily
utter the sane truth










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143.
I uselessly recall that we ignoring all of us finally originally
have the ignorantly mostly vital big hopes when childishly
young and not feeling beautiful
144.
It is this hatefully special acting thought which I am
actively thinking hardly now, that what the blank kind
taking shall not airily hate is what no steady analyst would
have them as - a charitable stranger












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145.
It is destructively very silently interesting that our
characterizations are over and done when the healthy
tongue of visible flame within us becomes relaxed and too
carelessly short to cause active heat
146.
I say that these thick malts are gross tasty. These malts
cool rock like still horses do, the rocking cool versions. The
sipping malts were happily invented to B drunk after
cheerfully exhausting rides on the fun rocking walking
horses. A grape ha-gadol tree is growing up the twisted
vine, the hard tree has many grapes. Grapes were invented
2 go along with the non-alcoholic beverages. Cool malts
satisfyingly rock










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147.
Here the real stars disinterested glow in the hellish sky
over the calm sea. The harmful wagon is relaxed, half full
of few berries. The smooth is strolling along with the few
berries. The hellish sky is peaceful violet, sea-green, strong
stars orange. Few berries are bitter and the rising wagon
moving. The little sea... pushes wave upon wave and the
important stars slowly turn shall not have directing
148.
They say so a difficult many nice good guides do not
hungrily need to be faultily called












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149.
In hot sunny burning weather the tower painfully
overshadows the coffin; and the kitchen cucumber is
happily sniffed by the intelligent cat. The sitting cat is
bathing itself; and the kitchen cucumber sliced. The happy
coffin buried and the working tower bell loudly rung as the
ordinary people who gather depart
150.
Dead perpetually horribly excellent people must hungrily
fluctuate regularly their own mind's positions in slow
order for us to give them our limited praise



















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151.
Watch the growing leaves rising float in the calm brook.
The ignored ale brought to the happy prison. The rising
prison boringly locked and the old ale a boring treat. The
quick brook reflects other boring still-hanging still leaves
stay still rising waiting
152.
Individually to prove your winning argument stand a deep,
better, more pleasant chance














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153.
CLEAN WET THE BORING WATERFALL QUICKLY
MAKES RAINBOWS AND THE ROAD IS LONG AND
LONGER AND ROUGH AND HIDDEN. the lark shares
its selfish food; and in the distance a horn is softly
sounded; a quiet horn was richly made to imitate the call of
a bird. The lark was created to cross quickly the road. The
road was made to ...lead up to the still waterfalls; and the
waterfalls were made to charge so much like the cavalry
154.
If the undoubted full difficult development of, YES, man's
education, YES, would be happy; immediately, it nicely
would be so slowly magnificent










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155.
"I quickly shall look, leave, but cannot happily bear," one
says. Individuals, they look at the play, wakingly bear its
fun, it, sadly pretty well, hardly, but they have nothing to
do with it and are at fault. " Seriously nothing awkwardly
has irregular responsibility to me," one, quickly, also says.
156.
Yeah, looking up, I, with speed, see that the gentle bird is
only moving, flying above the calm ocean. The clean salt, at
rest, is on the margarita by the wine. The wine has a
certain sweet taste; and, salty and wholesome are the clean
margarita. The still ocean loudly beckons the floating bird
for a swim in foam










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157.
Always a rising rose is tasting sweeter than a soft
mountain. The house is gently open and a waiting pig is not
funny. A sad pig poorly bathes in natural muck, but the
house is sadder clean. The little mountain rises soft and is
high exercise, but the rising rose grows slow low quietly
below
158.
Happily alone the coming crow hops up from wet clover to
closed clover. The water is still and fresh cold by the
strolling promontory. The difficult promontory can be
reached on foot; the slow water waded the clover comes
and smells great as the crow slow goes smoothly "kaa
kaa."










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159.
The lowest and the joyous tolerate the sweet weeping ones
from being excused, whose sadnesses they, rested, always
are calmly freed
160.
That object which abnormally gives me it, wars all of my
peaceful cognitions strolling, gets an unchecked start and
goes on to tell quietly one about the certain happy pleasure
place. The conditions of suing and getting passively mad
are still, at the same time, the conditions of getting
accepting others who are mad












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161.
For we all certainly know the still sea is unsurprisingly
vast; and the wind does not move. The uneaten pear is little
bit; the bumpy wall, plastered. The soft wall is wet, my
pear still bit again. The wind blowing calms; and the still
sea aesthetically beautiful and light blue
162.

To say, "Hello, mum's the slow word," mocks clumsily he
who guards himself from error. Patiently to say nothing is
something rather than rational; and, big time, we wouldn't
want any change better than finishing that!


















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163.

I concretely say that later the food is as tasty as neat rum.
The still ship quietly hoo-hoos; and the grave is deeply
dug. The graves are dark-grey and the ship is blue. The
neat rum is patiently swallowed; and the tasty food is
quickly chewed, and the bill has come.

164.
In little fall a tree sheds its disordered leaves; a cloud its
last rain. A skull hollow and pushing carriage, relaxing full
of passengers. The still cloud drifts away, the carriage
pulled by weak horses; the solid skull laughing and the still
tree now falls permanently down with a crash












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165.
So I may normally drive my friendly Toyota Camry up
and down I-35 soon. Trafficy I-35 is a popular slowest
traffic little highway as my Camry is a normal popular
running traffic solid car. Flowing Niagara Falls spills its
clean water over; empty Madison Square Garden may
have a rich seat that's broken available for a ...sad game.
The Garden is happily loud and the Falls not quiet either I
seriously know
166.
Collectively see how the beautiful babe cries no tears. The
cleaning mist quietly hovers over the stucco wall. The wall
a structure to keep the gentlest mist out. The tears are for
intelligent others to drop when the biggest babe humanely
dies in its pleasure crib









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167.
Sleeping no one can forget a painful bore. Others rather
than his sweet companions will be openly angry with him
because humiliated he is at rest at home sadly mostly
spending his happy time slowly reading
168.
That sadly tomorrow comes speeding forth is not all that
bad












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169.
Slowly its that the sleeping bed is so soft on the great
hillside. The ugly hillside was without fun invented to wake
humanely him up. The hillside quickly is littered with
journals. Perpetual journals are not that read if they are
unhappy litter, but the bed normally feels bitterly soft and,
yes, comfy; and the blowing dust sadly is making me
irregularly cough, with a HAAA!
170.
We nicely fear the normal wild crow is eating slowly the
full bowl of porridge at rest, left nicely unguarded. The
disgusting porridge of oats is very delicious to him, the
flapping crow who is flying off. The hard coal gets shoveled
slowly into the oven; and the soft oven lit for absorbing
heat and the clean coal dirty cleanly powdery, exhailingly
smoky.







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171.
"Crudely happily the snail slowly crawls above the soft
sand," one sees. And, yes, an alert snail feeds sinking under
the flowing sand as the days fall lazily over a gentle
evening. "The falling never happens when its still
daylight," one says falling down later.
172.
Always although we are slowly worthy of the quick glories,
we are baffled sadly by our practical plans to love and be
slowly loved.










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173.
I only understand that windy Nag's Head Beach is clean
and sandy; the calm Atlantic is after a little sand dune
ahead; on Nag's Head Beach open footsteps cross the still
sand. The beautiful white rich house is laboriously painted;
a walrus slowly reaches the windy shore. The mother
walrus cleans its sinking tusks; the... beautiful white rich
house is decorated pretty with little pumpkins.
174.
I rationally think that the hot sun gets ha-gadol hot; and
the puny brain, oh my, how smart. The rested brain and
the sun are very civilly bright. The pleasure cave is much
more dark, and the hard garment and the pleasure cave
are as very painfully comfortable for me as happily as
possible.










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175.
Sophisticated, I, waking, hear the cute lark is singing in the
fallen apple tree. The polished pipe is played with harmony
on the boat. The apples on the branches are very ripe; and
the lark loudly calls to its mate. The swift boat passes
cleanly by and the polished pipe music quickly fades out
and sophisticated I go back.
176.
Waking I can see that the wine is on the messy table; and
the clean salt is in the cabinet. The splendid boat carries a
motionless coffin, a coffin quietly rests in the tense boat.
The good salt is aggressively sprinkled; the wine slowly
poured while leaving before the calm sleep and nice
dreams of us.









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177.
Normally I imagine that the wind is blasting, theoretically
anxiously causing a little havoc; a huge rock is a traditional
uncounted object. The amazing book, with ferocity, I,
awaking, got for a relaxed birthday perfect gift, and we go
happily north separated, but together. Separate but
together we travel slowly for... a birthday ride. The rocks
on the ground we permanently pass by; the terrible wind,
rushing...
178.
Those who badly dream of a possible greatness have the
active intuition to make things pleasantly bearable to us.
Such a slow, rival-less, careless apprehension is of the
loving and intimate when being loved by one's slow
partner.








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179.
Absolutely perfect the sun, hidden, bright, clear, early,
orange, and the still aurora is naturally flashing, slowly
flickering, flying. Fire is burning crisp; and the challenged
trophy won. The easy trophy is bragged about; the
contained fire roasting, toasting, boosting. Still aurora
dancing awake makes the sun warm hiding look old and
deadened light.
180.

Normally they tell you to go soberly, quickly having grown
tired of you; and so they regularly desert you as they
happily explain to you that you are now released and free.











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181.
Super-fast dispelled clumsy visionaries are just those who
have tasted death's bitterness and quickly speak scornfully
of all roughness. And they who attempt to build crudely a
new complete home from original round structures never
sadly weary of happily reminding us of their singular
visions.
182.
The lightest greatest critics who are stable have with
normal high unchecked dignity and inventiveness
martyred, sleeping, many in the great name of "waking
grace."












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183.
The ordinary innocent ones seriously must be loved
completely for their pleasant authentic clean goodness and
body's warmth.
184.
"So our perpetual belatedness is wounding," one who's
accepting says. So I can lazily recall how soothingly earlier
I, unprepared, did indeed comfortably tell all to myself
that a ha-gadol brave soldier is wounded terribly again
under the same foggy sky as undetermined as mine. "The
loss of our little lands are the same," one says to me.











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185.
Gracefully passionate passively pugnacious sober people,
in my view, are lovingly failures in speedy irony, but awake
they easily see, in the end, the rock truth of their masculine
over-literalness that they are gentle fools of a limited time.
186.
Uncomplaining bitter people with an active reputation for
an alive uneasiness, still sitting still alone moaning all dark
night messily long, should never become cleanly married.














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187.
How, squarely, can all of us uncomplainingly believe a
word they say when the smooth enormously active
successful beloved individuals receive and catch a pleasant
fire with the harrowing and appreciated anxieties of
certainly being incompletely saved.
188.
Honestly, there are to me only a handful of few small
figures who are, with a healthiness, truly gracefully
accepting; and, with a pleasure, those who, within, have,
straight down fallen in love earlier at immodestly first
waking sight, while unasked, are among some of them.












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189.
"Silence, it is a success being not that relaxed and
important," one says. What I think about often is that it
never is as hatefully vital to be not that successful as it is to
marvel, and not behold, over the hard fatigue it pleasantly
brings. One says, "one should or should not now be so very
surprised to have terrible fatigue happen to oneself."
190.
Pleasantly, no smooth theologian is an excited victim of all
of her blocked imaginations, but the pleasant prophets are,
I undoubtedly think.












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191.
Happy lovers naturally abandon their glories and
somewhat become, when sophisticated, wretched once they,
while walking, fear the limitations of a harsh society.
192.
I happily accept an artificialness of everything which is
frowningly human.















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193.
All of those who, in misery, dwell in the little atmospheres
and laughing skepticism, in rising up, master the art of
their own fury of front and back sliding over the one vast
patient failure to maintain the pleasure from the lover who
they have despairingly lost forever.
194.
Sadly much is pleasantly put up within the chest by partial
superstitions. Slowly anxieties with a comfort hatefully in
peace monopolize.













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195.
Still I can always see, when I go out, that thistles, roses,
withering daffodils, and crispy leaves are nothing at all but
good things for you and I.
196.
I slowly stopping wanted gently to point out now that when
some of them are undesired, some of our desires
comfortably are fragile feelings and always must be yielded
to.























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197.
There is so much of what I know of how I
uncompromisingly feel. I now feel like I happily can be
stolen away to elsewhere by the socially choking and
sweetest ones.
198.
If you are humanely bent on lustfully worshipping a
pleasure-idol, make sure you know that its always right.
One finally, with a relief, transcends the heat after making
patiently a pact only with the working and knowing sad
self.













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199.
Important people who gently shy away from so much, with
a bluntness, seem to wish patiently all but no one well but
themselves.
200.
Its beautiful out here where the stars, impatient with
naturally glowing, in the imperfectly natural way, in the
sky, over the calm sea with joy genuinely move happily
everybody. The beautiful stars are made still of solid earth.
The sea tells lies. The wagon is half-full of berries. The
rolling wagon is strolling along with the berries. The sad
sky is a nice violet, the sea, green, the little star, orange.
The beautiful sky is light, the calm sea, wet, and soothing
green, gently green. The calm sea looks ugly. The little
berries are sweet and falling as the rolling wagon pauses.
The little berries are pulling away bitterly; and the wagon
gently moving. The sea pushes stylish wave upon wave;
and the calm stars in the sky slowly, little by little, turn
with a little bit of hunger which can never kindly directly
be satisfied.








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201.
Sadly we are mean and awestruck that someone with
unchallenged, and very little, electric energy, ultimately
has, from the struggled remotest distance, gone out, and
has certainly given us feeling.
202.
Soft-sleepers refuse to rise awake in order to return to the
action of calm until they find out, and close, what all of
them are suppose to know, with patience, of their clouded
rage.












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203.
You are always right, your perspective is the same as the
others around you, sadly; and, your progression of
knowledge, without debate, costs, and unfits, you with
nothing, when by pleasing you, a believable innate
nurturing parenting calm force is exemplified.
204.
The still sand is softened always by the waves on the shore.
The active shore washes and roars under the sky. The
peaceful darkens to a little deeper little shade. And, a
deeper shade is strongly cast on the strong sand.













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205.
Civil barbarians are not so stupidly imposing; their
motionless kind of "cleanest powerfulness," continually,
does not get high, super marks.
206.
Sanely to be steadily dull, by which I mean to be a certainly
great active artist, is not at all nonactive, to be unique; and
it is not to be unrecorded and acceptable.














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207.
Strive to hear how someone, without feeling, says,
"impatient people are artificial." Those idiots who are
impatient with patiently doing things in the energetically
natural way do not genuinely move everybody. So these
energetic stylish unimportant people are lower in love with
the painful hunger which can never be ...completely
satisfied. And, someone says further on "my love brings so
little dissatisfaction 2 me
208.
"So how and why is our nature possible?" an enthusiast
asks. Our nature has not yet waking wholly stayed and
achieved its relaxed authority over, physically, the mind.
"The mind happily serves uncomplainingly it amazingly,"
the enthusiast says.









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209.
Normally I happily feel so absolutely certain about it, that
wimpy cowards are the unmakers of innerly neighborly
secret passes.
210.
I think always that half-humans impossibly puzzle me. And
still those kind creatures who have always sweetly known
tired me, I seriously cannot slowly find pleasantly lovable
or fun.













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211.
The soft hands are eyes. And, yes, madame, the still hands
touch the shut eyes; the eyes the still hands uncomfortably
close. Slow feet fit toes to loose shoes; the beautiful toes
awake and resolve themselves into the shoes people are
wearing comfortably, energetic feet and beautiful toes
alike.
212.
"Bark, Bark!" the quiet dog yaps as the slow horse gallops
slowly by. The cooling fire cools down in the waxing sea
when dropped. The ebbing sea dries up and the cooling fire
easily relights. Horses toss their soft heads and wakened
dogs grrr, grrr, grrr.


















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213.
Some say that they always must have to begin again, the
certainly unknowable people who cheerfully teach our
inabilities lovingly to recognize ourselves or the other. Ahh,
and they, the individuals, essentially and easily raised, who
have educated themselves by themselves, cannot, with ease,
transfer their resting power.
214.
"Happily the good geniuses wildly are sane and free," he
says. Yes, a sane genius is quite able to lock he, himself, up
into a random marriage with complete happiness.












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215.
Hardly we do not understand that all of those interesting
great ones surrender their perfect knowledge in order,
with pleasure, to love. The soft boots are tied and the field
happily crossed. Excited lovers kiss and unhappy
surrenderers of knowledge make a sophisticated sacrifice
for their pet love. The hard field i...s much covered with
the color of roses; and the worn boots, interestingly, are
getting dirty...
216.
Patiently now I am day-imagining that somewhere there is
a calm sky where a fiery silent bird soars still high. Over
here, the dusted corner place where I am has a shower
every now and then, slowly I still can realize that there is a
pokey, sword-like grass sadly growing up tall; and
individually, I, easily cough.








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217.
Certainly because they certainly know all or nothing, the
ugly or stubborn sadly need a resolution of self-abasement.
218.
"Normally, for excitement we all of us here and there
exist," one says. I, myself,am no longer a visible shadow of
words. "The whole words shed complete light," one says
meanwhile while speaking.






















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219.
Without purpose, I rationally keep in mind that patience
still, but of course, that still means trouble for all who are
idealizing things.
220.
Patiently, I do so now watch the slow river run cleanly past
the dry leaves. The man's jacket left on the dried up shore.
The soft leaves scatter sinking into the river. The peaceful
shore ebb tide pulls away the jacket into the calm sea.














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221.
The bird sitting flies above the fixed mirror. The wavy
aurora borealis flashes on the soft wall. The mirror
pleasantly reflects the soft bird. The soft wall was hardly
built under the higher aurora borealis.
222.
I am resting under the impression, with absoluteness,
which is that the still wretched is the guardian who rests,
who does not partially foster a sad magnetic single virtue.













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223.
Do not look how the smooth wagon safely holds a pile of
clean dirt; the full forest is, yes, chopped down. The
changing forest has, yes, vanished; and the empty wagon
wheels away. The steamship pulls away; the happy lark
chirrups. The peaceful lark sleeps, the fishing ship fishes
for happy fish.
224.
Ahha, the soft boot is fit loose to the foot, feeding off itself
the foot. The thread is measured and perfectly cut; and, the
day sky is, yes, stormy. The sky was made to keep slowly
the unmeasured-thread-quick-cutter working inside. The
thread made to feed the needle hole. The feeding created to
be pleasantly useful to the soft boot wearer. And boots
were invented to track through the odorous mud breathing
from the hard rain of the stormy sky above.








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225.
See the teeth quickly snap of the worm. The twig and
clinging acorns imperfectly snap off the tree. Acorns pop
off the beautiful tree. The worm wiggles; and the dirty
teeth are cleaned completely by a big twig.
226.
I safely watch the coming hounds sip their water and look
at me with their happy eyes. The working chimneys of the
mountain high home dirty and pollute the pretty sky.
Flowers uneasily bloom by the mulberries










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227.
"My own sad suffering never exhausts me," one, yes, says.
It always exhausts one in exquisite sane raptures to have,
with a sad nostalgia, yes, revealed things. "Our nostalgias
are new secrets," one peacefully says.
228.
Yes, yes maam, the quick hand touches the burning eyes,
the eyes weakly close the moving hand. Feet impatiently fit
toes to the best shoes, the pretty toes painfully resolve
themselves loosely into the given shoes which people are
wearing comfortably.










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229.
Dong, dong the silent bell rings loud in the tower. The
crumbling tower is round, the silent bell clanged loud. The
waiting horses eat soft hay; I, with fun, sprinkle a little salt
on the squashy potato. The salt is nasty and tiny, alas; and
the waiting horses are firm and muscular as an athlete who
hardly lifts easily the greatest weight.
230.
"I sometimes fight hard when I am needy and super
hungry," he sweetly says. Nicely, I see that, that when I am
a little full, being not that upset, I always fight against
needing merely, yes, to borrow. "I am important and
merely quickly giving all of what I can," he says.









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231.
From the rest, resting on the hard bench, there is a crow; a
sad crow quietly squawks, squawks, squawks, squawks on
the moving bench. Gravy drying is on the clean liver, the
great liver left is covered with worked gravy to make it
yummy, yummy tasting and cleaned way up better.
232.
Ohh, yep, I would die, as if I, breathing couldn't nicely
behave sweetly.











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233.
Each and everybody have a pleasant little insight; and, by
moving some, they, by doing well, are to remember this:
that, sadly, a pop singer has some of his audience to
consider inside.
234.
See, yes, that the sad peacocks are grey and brilliant
colored. The still ship is tossed. The quick ship navigates
the hard rocks. The beat of life bravely is valued.
Mulberries cooly grow all around on the ugly island.
Mulberries pop off and drop. The beat of life of a peacock
in hiding in the bushes is sadder certainly because,
uncomfortably, it certainly lost its loving mate.










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235.
I uncomfortably imagine that the crag is painfully strong;
and the wagon is easily dumping. The wagon is laboriously
filled; and the crag is tumbly rocky. The pot, which is on, is
covered; and the mushy strawberries unpicked are picked,
are washed clean, and the lightweight pot, is stirred slowly
up.
236.
I always think that normally I am willing to give a little bit
of anything to rest patiently like that one, an angel, happily
by the close ocean on an undirty yellow beach. Resting
under the sun, I happily assume, by that, that I patiently
must go and leave my home of my soft shell.










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237.
Someone who imperfectly needs to return, rightly, to his
pleasant seductive relaxed elements which are lost in
himself is painfully the pleasant one who sadly has gone
and wandered away if a story, earlier, was way too boring
and long because the kept secret to his perfect playfulness
has certainly lost some of its pleasurable flavor.
238.
The better, meanest critic laughs, while hating them
patiently, as he loudly cries out much of a loss with a
retreat from lost having to judge those interesting other
works of which are certainly less boring and sublime.












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239.
I know the cool crab is feeling en bon train because he has
certainly found a good home. From the clean root, a plant,
pushing, touches the wide sky. The sky is scattered and
dotted with clouds and intelligent birds; and the anchored
tree root is healthily rotted to make happy the crab, who
feels en bon train, for certain, safely.
240.
I cheerfully know that a sweet bully loves a pleasant,
miserable distress.














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241.
So the nibbled food tastes guiltily good to the pleasant
birds. The still penny received was dropped down in the
cemetery. The birds comfortably twitter after all of them
gulp their clean food. And now the cemetery looks frozen
like the rolling penny down on the ground happy in the
dirt.
242.
Savages undoubtedly resent the enthusiastic critics who
bring to them doubt and the happy sorrow which empties
their happy life of all of its beautiful value.












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243.
Waking I experience that the clover awake smells hardly
fresh by my tight shoes. The shoes on are placed off in the
closet; and also the harsh sea hardly sounds hushed. The
harsh sea quickly sprays sea foam under the still sky. Ahh,
and the sky breathing blows the weakened breeze over the
big clovers with their wet leaves.
244.
We must see that the painful flame is moving in the air; the
bubble beautifully has popped harshly. The poker game is
always over; and so the grave in the churchyard ground is
resting quiet. The still grave was invented still awkwardly
for those who get caught cheating red-handed at boring
poker. Fun poker stupidly ...was invented so that the beer
bubbles could be ignored. Bubbles were made to be lit
rising by the hot flame's pleasant heat; and a still flame
created to light the way to the man-made graveyard in the
sad darkness.






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245.
Look carefully how the hard glasses rising are in our
hands; the soft roses are on the table. The still roses smell
cheerful and wonderful; and the bad wine in the glasses
drained. The sad bed of the fresh grass on the
mountainside yonder is comfy; the mountain is hardly
rough with its bed of pleasant and soft grass.
246.
I certainly see none of that, that the boots are easily worn
out as the still broom is sweeping. The sweeping broom
smoothly is held out, with difficulty, to sweep the
spiderweb; the beautiful boots have no ugly laces. The ugly
smoke ugly rises certainly from the flame. The wettened
flame is extinguished badly and the ugly smoke floating
vanishes away.









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247.
Neither they nor we patiently believe a certain word that
they will not say, they who cannot fully sadly comprehend
the power of great thought, but they are also patiently
mature into the exciting mastery of power, and they
activate the mind and all feeling for its certain powers to
sustain superior rhetorical and peaceful energy.
248.
I am of the smooth opinion that an appropriate way of
listening is a neglected way for marriage between excited
spirits and their superior unfreedoms.













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249.
The resting boots are new and worn out; and the chimney
breathes and puffs the good smoke. The sun, which is
resting and which is setting up, drops; and the flame leaps
alive, and meanly is passed. The flame comfortably is
shining; the sun is gone. The motionless chimneys and still
lights still are a huge comfort to the people.
250.
Someone says, while messed up, that "knowing how is
offensive." Knowing how to be defended happily by
another still brings joy and much great self-reliance. And,
one has stated that some sadness is what emotion that we
nice people rely on, yes, mostly.













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