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Yes, there is no Santa Claus today. You're not the quantum state that I entangled with. You're not the alcoholic I so gracefully enabled. Though the ritual is for the living, every now and then one comes back from the dead. Oh, afterimage of confinement, did you think the expert witness could have been your friend. As some reflections are more equal and more opposite than others, let the saints commend their saints and have cake too. When I have scripts to pitch I'll swear off all unscripted things. The quality of mercy levitates only with the greatest of ease. Above the law, if you can read this you're too gifted or too talented. Blest are the necessary for they'll be contingent and no longer always watched. No sustenance that's given to an atavism is given in vain. The empath's eye is on the other empath's toy. This common practice is legitimate. This categorical explanatory variable goes to market and stays home. The real numbers are adorable when not well-ordered. If it's not a figment of imagination what is it a figment of.
There is a sash for every badge and every badge is to its sash attached. It's the absurdity of the alternative and the alternative is back by popular demand. Photography is blasphemy, the moderator has an ax to grind, i.e., a cross to bear, and never in this world will there be too much nuance. Of the tree of ignorance I may not eat. Pursuant to the laws of energy and matter neither is commended nor condemned. Renouncing clowning, render edible the candy wrap and nothing goes to waste. If breathing helium, don't speak, they'll never know. The closer I am to my origin the more perspicuous my universe, i.e., my singularity is sacred. The intensity of the illumination varies inversely with its duration. Mirror, mirror, who's the most pathetic of the poster children? God is in his prison counting down. The living disproof of parthenogenesis and on no spectrum still. You may have won already check your mail.
On the eve of the nth iteration, virtual realities emerge. No utterance but guttural, my word is law. In every neighborhood of the point P there is an element of the set S. I see no apparition so I see no apparition with a satchel in a cul de sac. I'm not careening due to fits of pique. What's not the end of time for you is not the end of time for me. A black cat's hands may clasp behind a black cat's back. By "black cat" I mean "house."" You be the judge and on the butter sculpture you like better pin the ribbon. There were epicycles in the expectation and the expectation was extended. What was fiscal policy but monetary policy in fiscal clothing. Holy ghosts were sowing seeds of doubt. Your expectation was my expectation's bane. The Doppler-shift of my departure is no greater than the Doppler-shift of my arrival and as synesthesia goes so goes the naked eye. As misery is maximal, today's the day the mirror neurons have their picnic.
The rule is, iterates consistently within a nanometer of each other are consistently within a nanometer of the target. All ingredients are secret. To inconsequential verities I'm looking forward then I'm looking backward. So suspended, I nod to the lesser of two evils. If my interval of confidence were larger I'd adopt a mile of highway. If it's not exclusion it's confinement. If it's not inclusion it's contentment. For bone marrow take no thought. Of gravity the specificity is not all that suspicious, nowhere near the present head of hair. A table for one and one half, for beautiful, for spacious rights of way, for additive and multiplicative identities, a brick is situated and a brick is twisted and existence is exactly random. The accumulated pleasure is a function of duration and intensity, of morning star and evening star, invasive and endangered species. Wrestle me or bless me, except for God's wrath I'd blur the boundary between work and play.
The free-speech zone is seven blocks from the event. This evening I will be your equal. God said, Let there be electromagnetism and there was electromagnetism. God said, You'll be innocent and proven guilty. You'll be honoring your father and your mother freely. If the lampshade fits then wear it. If you're happy with your exegesis you can keep it. Your affection is objective. Your biology contains no causal chain. Your face is that of some past president. The patron saint will see you now. A taste bud to each flavor and each flavor to its taste bud, all you have to deduce is deduction. As echolocators sometimes strike out blindly so they say, Look what you made me do. The out-of-place are taking blame. Because they've read about reverse psychology, when unto them an angel says, Be not amused, they are amused. Suspended disbelief is Theseus' wrecking ball. There is a metric with respect to which I am an optimum. If my IQ is high then surely I exist.