Friday, February 14, 2020

ordinary

ordinary light like a curtain, like the shuttle with great accuracy, big flower big flower as a cloud of dough lightly shade shelter the message from the other end of the universe. Countless ice crystals roared through the jungle of steel that shone with cold metallic luster. The shining ice rain was like the spewed silk of black spiders screwed with uneven aluminum bars and Mithril screws. Swaying incredible arcs of elegance and beauty.
  Every day, there is a full breath, just like the dense salt vesicles rubbed on the skin by the bath salt. We are extremely disgusted with attachment, but we have inexplicably learned to straighten in a comfortable moan. See it.
  Sighing, jumping, rejoicing, helpless, like the flute flute in the golden hall, they resonated the elves' arias inexorably.
  Despicable life is like a blockbuster on the 52-inch LCD TV with too many unscrupulous advertisements interspersed, so I have to go to the router and set-top box that are usually meek like a full moon Persian cat, and almost at the same time, like h1n1 infection. Only then has the consciousness of ignorance and two large, empty and vicissitudes of screens staring.
  It turned out that without those horrible things that saw pins and needles, the original carrier was like a sickness. I remember as if someone said that if you accept others 'goodness, it means you must accept others' badness. It is so popular that I can chew out the relationship between high school biological soybeans and rhizobium.
  Maybe, this is called lips and teeth.
  The greenery in the community is thriving, but the flowers of the motherland that are waiting for the word boudoir are spreading in a warm quilt, and the Hara flows like a galaxy. Anyi rubbed the sharp edge back and forth and rubbed away the slightest temper. This unknown feeling on the way to the arena is vivid and vivid. I even glimpsed thousands of calls and started to leave the house without realizing that I was stepping on the cloth slippers in the morning. Poor child running.

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