Sometimes I wish I could go. Go and not stop. Start talking and not stop. Start walking perhaps and not stop. Being allrythmetical and sensical and and and eventuall-yyyy (with a high p/itch!) lovable perhaps or perhaps not and then and then and then. And here you see. I can't. Go and not stop. I go. But then some force - brakes my lines.

And now I
errrrr.

Yes, why not.

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