No? Were you inquired? Were you forgotten? Did the many toned Besmirch ask you a question? How has the progression erred? Who was inside the icosahedron? Questions like these I do not have answers for.
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a generous cavalcade of cascading fanfaronades drunkenly landmarking and vertiginously signposting matters logical and otherwise, a furious cross-crissed layering of meshes and weaves edging past here and pointing to otherwhences; in short, a distillation of the music of nothingness.
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1 comment:
I like icosahedrons. When I was a kid I liked making spacial shapes like that.
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