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Blizzard in Spring A.

Bristled anger consciously suppressed rather makes the one lazily noticed to any touchy change at anything which ought to attend.


Cold-blooded manslaughter visually and auditorily regenerated.


On the verge of ruin, anything goes around with roller coaster tasty sprinting.


No remorse, no confession.  


Hush-tag seductively dragging into an arrival could be strange site with shown it after invasion battle's deterioration in huge excitement.


Cold-blooded chop to the one makes both sides never ending vicious circle.


In highly progressed AI society, partially middle ages' witch hunting is plainly done, but globally any society must deal with cancer cells as partial operation.


Breaking heart nature varies, synchronically never so at a glance rather originally seen romantic tone could be taken in very notionally obvious acting in allegation.


Unnaturally abstract scenery propaganda is clearly replaced with distorted equation. Even nature's verbal tone is impressively made so artificially and superficially.


But just that formula is left behind the scene in top secret in escalation of harmonized disharmony.

Sin's gong sounds officially physically.

In very palely at fake masquerade appearance.



(Irregularly continued)




Apr. 18th.  2023