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Ad Hominem on Yourself
Burger, G9
a kind of rough layering. Atop Seneca’s crescendo which rebutted hard Glisten conifers upon the weathered flow.
Phra Apaimanee, a straight Jack. All mentioned are betwixt poles that belong to Heracles and Drake’s narrow and icy way. Though most—even Bezos or Musk—cannot relate in the form of metaphor: Hypno
Could not can not but one decision, As she couldn’t grow the hermits’ hair. He was burgeoning or so it seemed, He thought so, But mere creatures don’t know the truth: Tosakan, and his golden finger, Telling Pangu to change his plans.
Though it is within that that was analyzed of Einstein. Where the monopoly man lays: “Hypno!”
Who stabs with monocle might.
Midas’ pain of gilded gold, As if Mjollnir had brought Thor to capitulation. Even Erawans’ elephant, he of 33 heads Can’t seek escape.
Once seen upon tables of pretentious shape,