3:45
ran into a thought and it wont let me go. got all my time mixed up not sure if clocks count up or around. or not at all. i'm locked in this stupid box. flittering away, counting my time and her time. waiting for something to happen.
let me know when things change.
i'll be here.
and now i'm getting filtered through the system. drain me baby, maybe, sanitise the passage, get on the back of my message. i can't get through to harry cock. he's got an image. what a strange world on a meta level. What recourse may be taken when such a filter may destroy your commercial advantage. I suppose you don't really hear any complaints from the online sex industry. Their customers know where to go. But just think of all the business with an inkling in their name, the filter applies, and their multi million dot com comes to no avail. better join the winners, alongside the wankers, they're in the dot come first making dough money fuck business.
right?
just let me readjust that top heavy engine. swap it for a lighter one. followed by a rehaul, and spit out that disk madame.
So I guess. No one will ever forget Robert Cappa.
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