By | 1 November 2017

Eviction of the spy agency; what a bond of trust!
The kids are fighting over cheese.
When the golden fog appears, influenza.
The last dregs of lager on a humid day.
They say they adore how predictable I’ve become
since direct democracy and the release of the algorithms;
surveillance for transparency. In the interest of.
The legs have gone soft.

I will negotiate with the dear leader.
Kerosene on the mountain.
New turtle spawn trudge their way to sea.

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