Mr Worthington's Chapel

object in the eyes boxed and an object that knows too much or does too much saving saccade attention for delicious gauge symmetries
so sweet equiconsistent so cold
happen, recontextualised no artefact in all its capable of being dismantled digested and susceptible to dropping in frequency as it moves away private
this groupish nature at face
arriving at the same place at the same time our ideal fluids desired too in thick and thin telomeres of extra high relatedness
our kitchen and bijective topos

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