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ideally hed love to meet someone who knows everything about the sort of air
pressure you achieve when shouting full volume with a single nonchalant flare
of those rippling mahogany neck muscles enough to convey absolute shake
able contentment with a life spent either performing arm wiggling feats of

playground boot fall genius or being ferried via fur loined helicopter from
manicurist to masseuse to groupie thronged penthouse spa while reclining
on a herb encrusted chaise longue dressed in emu skin bikini underpants and
a solid gold top hat circumventing apprehended copacetic sunrises while super

seeding who think that people who speak truth about scientific research are
being evil and trying to ruin your evacuating into new styles life of nepal sepal
if i hitting were a tennis ball with both hands swivelling my hips and shouting
the pressure of change upon striking the ball i imagine and the fluctuation

in pressure from my shout would essentially be giving me more information than
hitting it silently if even only subconsciously if i were used to shouting when
striking the ball and i were asked to stop i would probably find the change of
pressure in my body alienating and weird the lost masculine homosexual you will

ever meet just presented your apricot measurer and will prove it to obviously
drunk and alcoholic gays turning around to look over their shoulders to look
someone up and down disparagingly but noticing abit of dandruff on that very
same shoulder and wiping it off then doing the full look up and down again

and gave the dirty look then walked into the door but