A need to write, even if it's nonsense.

Johnny poxums with addendums of lit. I couldn’t see the misteries behind the glass.

Embrace the subconscious of wit. Pillous hidings of weird onglings of laborious love.

Gravity keeping me down in pillows. Wisdom in teeth. Polindromes

Steff phos Pully Mandias.

Grastpolous

Don.

Obviously, I should go to sleep.

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