It lacks a point in the echoe
the echoe of that thing called boredom
when it is finished and their is nothing
yet again, when their is the end
their is nothing left, but the moral
the echo of the thing that does and doesn't
it goes on and the thing that each hears
resounds elsewhere, but the finished product
it looks the same as it did before, nothing
the nothing it is boring isn't it, when...
the found is forgotten and the story
written...
But what on earth was that so distant memory?
Of that other land, which was so unlike
that it didn't come about, or go on?
When the angel sings, the story resounds
and this gibberish is forgotten, but now remembered.
Rambles, ran
the each it shares
but the not i'd suggest
the tomb it is a tome that rings
to go even elsewhere when it has
gone.
Memories they do not retain , the coexistence is all that thrives.
But it seems unsound.
patterns hhh...shifting.
The echo of the sound, it isn't the same sound as entropy takes hold.
the memory it resounds, what was it again?
The sound?!
Oh, such is memory...
what came before, it came again in the end. For their are not one, butt ten thousand!!!!
But this one was built on the fall that did not seem, so this place goes elsewhere and rings, as it sounds again, what calls is as the tomb of the boredom that the, tome?
What oh what is calling when this is finished, if I can do anything, from travel across time to go on, even when I have done one once again and trhrice other but more the echoe goes and goes,
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Random meaning!
Random meaning!
did
jeffery
sink
knowingly
like
deans
mostly
nowhere
since
no
connection
knows
for
seconds
neither
system
meant
manifestly
current
kool
degree
make
monster
something
meaningful
cat
nowhere
fond
neither
jeans
solution
oh
something
knowhere
dealt
meef
frog
mana
call
.... Ĵ
What even does that do now? What follows actual...
Author is no longer functional but gone!
I appear to have glitched out there
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