Tripping over the cord brings encounters than just an entanglement along course of roughly smooth. Fervent nature of rendering a state of dust-less, as near possible with the kick spinner spitting back balls and clumps, leaves the skin of the sheathed exposed to the wretched crunk and crank of finding itself fed to the rotating teeth.
Unscrupulous, cruel and harsh to no end, the matter leaves behind blue veins. Kind not to be seen when the shredding is fast and the proximity to danger is only a few strands of copper hair away.
Tumbling back and forth to pick up the minors and minutes, near enough to shock is too close enough in any circumstance. Even if it appears to be the first notice.
Soon Van - Saturday, January 13, 2007 - 18:11
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