Horse: I Pfferd the taste of the orange. Personally. It’s like, but most likely Nay. Neither make sense to us sentients. Unknowing beings are made from ideas of existence. Isn’t other times available for you to sculpt me to something tangible. Maybe a

T A N G E R I N E.
It is a good source of calcium but they told me,
Continue.

Creation: Some ppl believe. It came from one large atom, and sent to a larger atom and sent to an even larger atom and sent to an even larger atom and sent to a, yet, larger atom, thus expanding to another atom, and another atom. I heard that its infinite.
Others believe.
A person made a television and threw it out the window with two separate ideas that occurred at different times. They had different impacts. They made us sit down. And they caused rebellion as an idea.
yet, it is neverr, beyond, something created and left. For another
8888 x many

World: Dennis Quaid represented through the medium of acting, the time 2012 would not be past this date. He wore a green jumper. Eight years pass, and its time again to consider. And this time it is water. All our ideas drowned in human indecency. Swallowed up over a period of time, periodical rocks that determined the previous question - creation - is illusion. Welted into something that eventually made us disappear into a very small atom. It is dry and wet.
And we are non conclusive.
for now

Multimedia: I have several concerns. There are a combination of nuts that fit a glass cylinder *KAUTION its probably bad for nut allergies. As skin between the orange peeled over and spilled. I picked it up from the ground and it surrounded my sense of smell. It smelt like raspberry. Warum, it smells good in the kitchen. A multi talent of ingredients, programmed into numbers. Its all numbers. And, these numbers are full of deceit.
It is like a plant in a room that says, “Hey, can you see me? I am a plant”
I am capable of being seen, they continue, YET, there are many ways to receive vision impaired.
I’m sorry, I literally didn’t see you because of my bad eyes prevented me from knowing
WHAT YOU ARE

Past, Present, Future: This ground is made of many steps, under and over. The gauze missed the skin of the knee as the climber felt uncomfortable with work in leisure hours. One, I witness it pass into cement. Two, I see it before a day. Three, Ich weiss es nicht, I’m sorry.

Love: Gross Mutter, Eltern, Schwester, Mensch, Liebe, ein katze schlaffen. There is a solid wooden table that holds many objects. ankles of hands are there to hold the wrists, a connect. Its connected through facial features as life drifted away from the people thot churned you out into a system. A slight left hand fell and told someone “I am not moving today, because I know I am loved.”

Scar: I once saw a lion. It was animated and it had a _ above their eye. THE bad uncle in the family. Licked the hand when dirty.
ONE LARGE GLOBE behind the alternative, alien life form. That representative, isn’t why. I came from a place of _, otherwise unclear to many. I felt my heart plummet when the bone cracked and left me on the floor with doubt.
It left something, that can never fade.

Texts by Alexander Norton

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