Going and coming and going and going... like the pulsing tidal push polishes a plethora of pebbles into a podiatrists' pleasurable precipitate, life seems to wear the bearings of simple machines.
It's been a few days since I last dripped digital diatribe. Lately, I've devoted my sorry spare seconds scouring the Saharan state supervening our selectively superior soil. Remorselessly roundly rejected, I retire...
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