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Episode 5 : Ulterior Interior Alternatives

April 11th, 2019

Schluff with lippers into the night-lit height winder, sez to E, permit and verify, lo: into an into, EXT. antennae sllllllllll (the how-dune), frighter oar dare, reaaaaaal solid of you, and wink the file into data raw (RA!); cold clicks from the garage: hey, 'been thinking of our little thing we used to wad. 

Episode 4 : … *gres *cker *mply

April 7th, 2019

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Episode 3 : Comma Appreciates the Patch

March 26th, 2019

time and again they would overexert and per usual, a hog swirl would muster up its stead from the hinter and sweep bristles all over our commas; encouraging a tamping sound, teletype of course, which would take over by bottom's finish, but not before long layovers with busted wheels would stare out into the early ought evening, squishing sneeze and wisdom into sergeant major dilemmas for all the pocks and lips to flee

Episode 2 : Your Charming Dander

March 18th, 2019

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Episode 1: Say Goodbye to Clouds

March 13th, 2019

imperative Verdana gotten ye? SO clover the lies in between... and belly hues snug that torpor, readying wise wreck-worthy ranches, branches, and the smallish inch found underviewing the lint, what with all its minuscule arm flexes, and not a one alone roaming J synch   saunter.               (finally)