The Germ Man

The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity.

The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants of the holocaust forever translucent.

Burnt souls and sown persecution aggregate oppression. I saw war said Warsaw soaked in genocide. A final solution by an Austrian cross dresser, with sexual desires admired in the format of niece.

I have a fungal infection in my mind, and acres of horse chestnut on a side platter of flowered pansies, to encapsulate the rain.

Pain, sits on the tip of a silver spoon, with a copper crest that reads, formulate a delivered plan and evaluate the analytical data. Progression is a sample of strategic performance.

I shot the germ man said Swindon’s best, I found him in a dress and divided him into an empty space. Where be subtracted from time and added to infinitum.

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