Sat, 08/07/2021 - 08:36 -- Wired6

Roll,. Under flow, Back up, Where you Think you're going? As a bullet You speed around Expecting, A thing, A some, Thing To which, I don't know. Quiet! Hush! Back up, Where you, Think you going? Slip, Just slip Onto the floor, Onto the carpet, Between the floorboards. Quiet! Hush your mouth. Just nonsense comes out. So go, Get out, Crawl back, Into your crab's house. (c)7/08/2021. Wired6.

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