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her name is fine. not fine, but myryl våårkt-ng or sometimes myryl värccit. she’s an ōvid gapitalist and wears her dofo like a dumpstream

myryl’s maillon market’s gone uptits in the downstocks and myryl’s glum as xmas cake

though dedefeated in that way of mathematics. she sucks palladium and zooms sometimes durga, molly alway, through glunted flows

stringing wehrmachteinheitskanisters together like lights in holiday myryl’s lots to do and recites père ubu in ahkwesáhsne and bunners stale my åhörare

buys the dofos on straße des beefcake at abibati’s. tried queue on spotti once but frays were that undoing. models dofos for doktor üffÿn and doktor üffÿn’s bore afflicted

who hasn’t seen turdus major rise above the fire tyrants on a gluegun gorki ngó lockdown as a ready maid hoovers rinnotama juniper oxycedrus up her prickly

dofo juducanus abasactha says injudicate in situ. molto poco multe. nadie sabe lo que espera en este mundo. ex mons in pubicus. došo

still. those carabiners climb. and myryl's not one to not. the dreams are pretty touching. she covers me with acrylics and cotton balls and we do the main on drag street

the name's not fine but värccit vååkt-ng or something. she wears it cool like chemicals. her dofo's lit she speaks the shit, my bunner's stale like ubu