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what are the aches and wretchid mistakes that suddenly awake the message to parTAAke in lifes little pleasures... in the earth's man- makeing micheif? what are the stakes at risk on the table up at hand and out in the air riding on the Life that Could Should Would Be if certain things were not sunglass'd over and just openly Seeen. if these lungs breathed in not cancer but the purest of Air. if they treated themselves to some chocolate cake every once and a while at a birthday party, and not everyday in forms of other.
if the temple had no parties while the parents were away... or, as the temple just up and left its parents and now its alone and carelessly shaming the name of the only uninsane.
if the temple had no parties while the parents were away... or, as the temple just up and left its parents and now its alone and carelessly shaming the name of the only uninsane.