Like a hibernating bat whose dew droplet, disco ball covering insulates it from the cold vastness of its cave
so the ocean and atmosphere protect the planet from turning to permafrost
Consider the atmosphere our amnion; the ocean, the fluid within
And like the liquid cloak of the sleeping bat, our water condensed here
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sounds like the way 'tyler' talks on 'secureteam10' on youtube. kind of talking faster than his actual vocabulary can keep up with his actual knowledge. comes off as illiterate.
had to look that up...annoying
my name is tyler
ah new it wuz yew, the way the poem looks like an them there UFO's. : )
Where's my soup 2015.
hank, tyler is a nice name. that's my cousins name as well.
pollums, being into language and all, you'd want to actually hear tyler talk on secureteam, to get the point. considering you've had worse things than that in your ear.
it won't be long and you'll have us reading nexus...
I've never had anything unpleasant in my ear, by the way
henry miller? that 'nexus'. it's kind of unreadable.
that's a trilogy right? I think I read one of them...sexus maybe...a long time ago and you are right, it was a struggle to get through. No, nexus the magazine. Full of conspiracy.
nexus is the reason I stopped using canola oil
don't know the magazine, but i do know how tyler talks.
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