No category freestyle rhapsody

Alas the mass casted past last age's raft's draftsman's laughed altar persisting on the rhythm of a cyst insisting in distilling the prism's assistance in a danse of rhetorical rhymes and phenomenal dispensed philosophical sublime times of epistemic advances to be see and beat the fleeting gee's wheezy breeze and sneak-peak on the fleet of wheels on pleading and leading the way to sway and slay the play on a payday winning the spinning grinning minds upon the kinds of not-so-fine most-of-the-time carven marvels curven shuttles further propelled nurtured muzzles like pure mortals could and would have thought what they should have sought to the rude and crude prude puzzle of a mental bottled over serendipitous curious furious dubious luminous numinous numerous people feeble in terrible querelous meat dolls elaborating some raps in the making of traps and strapped blackholes likely to unite the poles of forces without remorse and in so endorsing the cost of the loss of such a bunch of drunk botched ragged pages in vacant rage and blatant waves of wages for occupants of mused and rused hence rushed eluded touch whenever the fever severs the endeavor below the never-ever-fever nor forever tendency to oversee the whole comedy when choosing who's loosing the shoes inked in the truest thinking, whilst sinking links bring the zen to depend on the scene's senses, my imagination summons demons and whatever spent bent vision's immense thus, when life gives me lemons I strive and thrive deeply stemming from my ally's parcel morceling all things until all seams to be one vein of beams and get it cleaned hence cleansed of pain and tricks like a witch's switch glitching the matrix.

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