hardly on my plate, was the then ungaining so drastic (against also others tolls), of pass up aliveness, of myself in line being somehow not desired, us bowing down when it was finally marked as sent, had the flock of men women girls and boys as trapped they must've again stalled our steady postmonement martyrd dates
again the mileage of the bus must've had the overcumbered load
when reigns of gillig rust tend to fluster the grabbing of (us) in also numbered mode
I tend to get to like in the past start thinking about going upwards into oakland
my now bien notion now is being in Sheraden with the bus wend motions trying to overcome the whatever it is and whatever it was trend of postponements
shoulda gone up to oakland
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