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Redundantly speaking: constant elimination is a cultivated habit to which I attribute much - only of esteemed plateaus are attempts, these magnanimous discourses of erosion, made for dwelling - dealing of course with movement. Irregular symphonies resound amidst sunken clouds; of those of our kin, hearken to stimuli processions of a universally saturated system, writhing and wriggling in such contrast to our own flocks, are primary in natural migrations involving whole hosts. Quelling path obstructions & protrusions are tantamount to a rich array of circulation - tangential to bouts of compression & flurries of release - all to facilitate sedimentary virtues.

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I know you felt that business transaction.

It’s all process of ore to me. Not even about the cells that share my own ideals of transcending the mortal coil with which they  bare bound. Care less about fun outside of the dopaminergic sense of the word. They barely transmitted the whole while. In the end I believe its about efficiency and science. See ya’ll need that which is outside of yourselves, about as much as you need that which is yourself; potentially more so eh? Oh yes technique. Give my love to the gods of technique. 

Wish

We could ride bicycles somewhere together and never come back until we’ve ceased to we anymore.

(Source: noirlac)

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Stefano Bonazzi - The Migration

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