Is it strange to think that non-native writers would want to believe that they can speak to natives in the native tongue?
Mung Bean Casserole:
Rambo is the most official, motherfucker, except that he is a short, dayglo dego, on an hgh high.
I'm searching for a virtuoso on the vibraphone,
but where does one find one these days?
I guess the search has to start somewhere
if this idea is as epic as it seems.
Except that people have done more
for less epic things, it seems.
Pan-Seared Trout is a delight!
Movement is a beneath the surface lender.
Note to self: this is being broadcast so that we can remind ourselves of something paritcular, the routine, the thing, whatever it is.
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