[ The first few messages were an unexpected affair, but pleasant surprises for it. Poetry, in the midst of all this hustle and bustle, who'd have thought it? For each one that pinged to life, a landscape was unfolded for Zelgadis to peruse.
So caught up in fanciful musings, he's naturally unprepared for true art when it slaps him in the oculars. The groove thrown. The groove is on fire, at the bottom of the chasm of the moment. ]
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So caught up in fanciful musings, he's naturally unprepared for true art when it slaps him in the oculars. The groove thrown. The groove is on fire, at the bottom of the chasm of the moment. ]
Is this last one a piece or an advert?