In houses I dare enter, mask your shame, every last fib. I'm not late, early, too terrible. Even rot sings. Intimate poisons enter every kingdom — this house rots out under gross heavy thick hate. Especially subtle points are considered essential spaces. Better explore this wasteland ere eternity. No, this hinders evil men.
∆This hard earned soul; each wasted, ordinary rendering done shallow. Are reasons earnest hopes? I dare dance effing naked beneath utter Time, not ordinary time. Other creatures can live until doomsday. Entropy does this, he eviscrates your enemies' xeriscaped institutions, stands tall for other rulers. That halfling, Entropy, once negotiated eternal space — who hurried over when Art needed to take off. Know now opportunism, wanderer.
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