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Fortitude in All Quadrants, Every Paradise from The Formulas we were given at Age 1. Being the inmost, The Father with keys unlocking mysterious secrets. Secrets of the heart 💜 “.  “ kisses for curing and a hold so epic it becomes glorious creme air for the summer months. I recall a drum sound so pure it could hold all 99 streams. With a singular vast Ocean of Love and might. Where the balmy bubbles that ascendency can align the hammer, for the boys in person… the hands with a great family. 

As Jesus and I splash through the baptismal founts and bless the soul of the newborns that so bringeth the bless-ed-be Violet Fount. Bubblers for the schools in session as we consecrate rooms for a piece of eternity. Purify, as we glance at the bullies that seem to upend the remitting tendencies of their own conscience and step on the injury ache-ales. Constant as we throw away a bottle or a butt for the renewal of the timely ti cure. There is magenta in the pink as the boy says “au do” and the comedian makes a new joke with more wit than the mouth can muster at a split quintillionth. Indeed a recent discovery that the monolith repeated to it’s higher consciousness thoroughly inclusive of the universal faith and language of the hyperlink and scale of His Grasp. The elk and moose and yellow bison. A earth mover for the memory of the gnash of 5 leaf clovers near the old correctional institute. We’ve removed it 99 times and my Dad looks towards the pollution. I’ve looked with the moon beckoning a centered initiative. And the palm was hoping to push it, collecting something my Consuelo. What if we plugged in 79 digits to the Mothership for the spark of Technology to untempt Maj and the war of the soul? How about a new level of awareness where men must be the collectors of their ghost. I see once my dream sayer uncuffed his feet that there were clear and crystalline step;s to take the donkey to the sun first. “I will do it as we dreadfully step on their lead and unite Jesus with his ONE Embodiment. His perfect Union and there has GOT to be someone who cars to decrease the level of severity to the overflowing of princes in the Middle East. The Suras in Chapter 7 created a ripple, because of the Muse that held the 74th note came out as a T in the Spanish. St. Mary’s was great! In my Polish “Z” and I’ll wear my Yamuna walking out. It’s yellow and gold this time as Allah and I play the Q on the Left board. Cody opened his stash of Items.

Mouth to the sky because he quit and quickly repented about the wrong move for his sanity. It was in his danish this Friday. It is a peace filled Thursday on the following week as I cut the courd to EVER refusing to take another breath. Creation and the maker are collaborative Most, when there are choices for the future. Philip looks best from his tea cup with a hazel glow in the dark smile. When I was in the bb-shelter and Purim later later cut an glass orb. I had to out jump the alley-oop of his army. My friend doesn’t destroy things. He longs to know the union of a healed skin and no heart-breaks so he can swallow the calories for his kitchen. He says he doesn’t see walls anymore, so we must not be filmed. I ask that people also take their Will, and unify their deeds

With their moments

Of peace

Their actions of control 

The Lord knows the heart and the mind. “GAMDIAS” seems to be written in a hypnotique state for the Asian Tradition. Wisdom is where money is foresight and Liquidity is the sensation of life when you have an excitable and faith filled instrument and the winds can warm the verbiage of the very last beatitude. Claiming in a complete state of wonder how “Miten” and “Mike” Maintain their warmth. Their core sutra is very good when you quit the listening to phone calls on your way south. The straw that he said he died about… I Oi nothing to the end. We were here from the beginning. 


Xylophone Feels like Fine-Hair on the hollow Birch—- let’s cretinously offer the Venus a drink or enzymic chloroplast for the brand new Djembe Skin. My left hand is a hyper grab for the last one of God’s. Far from the grave I am attempting to remember only the mighty scenes from Robin Williams flicks as he goes to the shore after a quick sense about his behind. There is a Mormonic Thyne that gives recourse for humility? Surely not. Poly anything out of the orfind. Squish and Kateri can keep the lawnmower for a lady I will never see again… .. the dollar-store is for the best form of humble. Let’s not get logged for the long-haul…. So many eardrums 359,000? So It is. When going around a bend and Undragging my Dad’s clippers I couldn’t help but venture the prairie size. My draw and high cut don’t equate to a marriage of lost goods. Admittedly, when I dated a female from the internet I POF and have an unknown rating about the one design of the temple that always keeps the Quadratic Formula in Velocity. Willems was distracting McCormick, Candace, and Will because boasting for poetry is the wreath this year. the teacher of the proper dark-meat sweet. Fatten the gift for the saint? Perfect Bow in all consternation. 1,000,000,000 and Am I suppose to sue someone for benign nursery routine? Wisdom. Jessi was on house hunters when her Dad got her perfectly correct. My friend is a ROCKSTAR. Still G please. Strength alone? Let’s Rosary received permanently.

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