The Deep Meaning of Things (Automatic Writing) Hamza Kamil PART 1 I will let my hand write whatever comes to my mind in these more than difficult times:
The day I spent a beverage thought the shrine, the best kind of our time
emerged. My passion for it has tremendously shined in front of my head. It was really surprising. My heart has broken. Le monsieur de l’autre
côté de la rue a passé ses jours à pleurer. Quelle tristesse. I write several
languages. Why am I writing in French? Bref, the giraffe was enforceable. The domestic actors engaged in a several questionable peace of writing. 1, 2,3. Death. Laugh with the friend. Hahahah, Am I crying of laughing? One month, I created a magnificent post-it. Green beverage. NOTA BENE: (The word beverage came two times automatically, what does it reflect? Am I addict of tea? Maybe).
The outlet holds three things, a gospel, a touterelle, and a huge computer. THE END OF PART 1
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