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i got a story Jelena: Once a time unopen a door shipspace through space in mystical green mountains, fountains rains in mounts of heavy wavy green mouths?! sand?! sand was it... or snow? sandslide snowshoes. perhaps. This shispaceship land dead , landed? perhaps. landed dead , on the mounts of heavy wavy green mouths. The fishpeaceship upon opened the door to the outside, landslide, ? no, sandslide. Green man with wavy green mouth came outside, landslide? the spacefish. Green man, with wavy green mouth walked, walkeded, walkededed, walkedededed, walkededededed, green man walkdededed some more. Until the end. perhaps?
hehe | eheh confused { desufnoc .... ? but if { is not |. how can { be }... confunssed i am. although alucard is desufnoc, liveD. i have liveD | Devil... I have lived, and we have lived to become | which is to deviL.
Back to my story Jelena, perhaps? or story back to me... neverrtheless Man of green walkededed for prolonged peers and iods of time. for the end until now. ? Now green man walkeded back (so it were it pointing back to me, and not I standing in the stands back backing his way) to pishspaceip. for the end until now. Until*1 (*1now) the end. perhaps. Although green mouth on mounts of endless sandslides and snowshoes of landslides made or, backed its way into the spaceship. now that he has returned, my writing has finally returned. perhaps. The spaceship made its way back to where it was... Back to my pencil, back to my thoughts. for mr green made its way from Now until the End. Although, Mr green pointed its back to me until the very moment i had the thought of Mr green Man wavy Mouth. for the end until now.
And for the final version. a recollection of my stories. Until the end: Once a time unopen a door shipspace through space in mystical green mountains, fountains rains in mounts of heavy wavy green mouths?! sand?! sand was it... or snow? sandslide snowshoes. perhaps. This shispaceship land dead , landed? perhaps. landed dead , on the mounts of heavy wavy green mouths. The fishpeaceship upon opened the door to the outside, landslide, ? no, sandslide. Green man with wavy green mouth came outside, landslide? the spacefish. Green man, with wavy green mouth walked, walkeded, walkededed, walkedededed, walkededededed, green man walkdededed some more. Until the end. perhaps? And (or end) until now?. perhaps? or story back to me... neverrtheless Man of green walkededed for prolonged peers and iods of time. for the end until now. ? Now green man walkeded back (so it were it pointing back to me, and not I standing in the stands back backing his way) to pishspaceip. for the end until now. Until*1 (*1now) the end. perhaps. Although green mouth on mounts of endless sandslides and snowshoes of landslides made or, backed its way into the spaceship. now that he has returned, my writing has finally returned. perhaps. The spaceship made its way back to where it was... Back to my pencil, back to my thoughts. for mr green made its way from Now until the End. Although, Mr green pointed its back to me until the very moment i had the thought of Mr green Man wavy Mouth. for the end until now. the end. for now? __________________
i dont know... unless there is something more reversible then Now... Mr green made its way to the end, and back to now... mr green is a thought, simply... like the universe goes to from now to end and end to now. Our world as it is collected is simply, a thought. just like the marvelest of creations, and the mystical creativity ... of thoughts.
