One word: Tired.
Today i shall slack and not write alot. Yay. In the meantime, here's a nice randomly generated poem:
A vet scores throughout a battery.
A greatest physicist belts the metro.
The token gasps.
The bowl conforms.
The grace dances?
You are a precivilization
or a napu
wtf is a napu
it is a chevrotain somewhat larger than the kanchil
wtf is a kanchil
small chevrotain of southeastern Asia
that's not helping things
so wtf is a chevrotain
any very small, deerlike ruminant of the family Tragulidae
aha, you are a gorkiy.
The End
Reflecting on my previous post, i realise that the paragraphs had totally no link whatsoever. That should not be happening, so from now on i'll try to make sure the paragraphs will be linked by something.
The End. O cactus, why won't you bloom for me?
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