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Jovi (Japanese: マナ Mana) is the younger sister of Michael, the protagonist of Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness, and the daughter of Lily.
In Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness
Jovi often refers to herself in the third-person and can also be condescending towards her brother at times, such as when Michael comes to find her at Kaminko’s manor and bring her back to the lab, only for Jovi to claim that Michael is the one who’s lost and needs her to get back home.
In the beginning of the game, Jovi is playing hide-and-seek with a man named Adon. However, Jovi seems to forget and runs away to Dr. Kaminko’s house at the beginning. After Michael defeats Chobin, he goes inside the doctor’s manor and Jovi will join Michael’s party.
When Michael and Jovi get back to the Pokémon Lab, Professor Krane is kidnapped. The scientists still want to build the Purify Chamber. Michael and Jovi head to Gateon Port to get a machine part.
At Gateon Port, Jovi bumps into Zook. Zook then threatens her with his Shadow Zangoose, but Mr. Verich tells one of his bodyguards to protect the girl. Ardos KOs the Zangoose with his Alakazam.
Jovi leaves after Michael returns to the Pokémon Lab with the Machine Part. She’ll take it and bring it to her mom. Afterwards Jovi will stay in the lab and play with her Pokémon for the rest of the game.
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^ When you take 3 characters away, it’s a perfect Slowbro 8 everywhere, and the Gray Fox from Oblivion is Bunny, like 11 is Bunny ears, and 38 is Ninetales, which is a fox.
#83, Farfetched means that I was looking with foresight, like far could be four, or even how outrageous My ideas are, and #380 is Latias, My Bunny angel. My Misdreavus Soul bonded with Bunny, NiFi (INTJ functions). INTJs are also the best type for seeing the future, and since I’m so Farfetched, I’m more in the future than anyone. So I’m an INTJ Slowking, since I study the worlds mysteries everyday, categorize systems, and speak elegantly. Also, I’m Bill of the Lighthouse in Pokemon.
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George Walton Lucas Jr.[2] (born May 14, 1944) is an American filmmaker and entrepreneur. Lucas is known for creating the Star Wars and Indiana Jones franchises and founding Lucasfilm, LucasArts and Industrial Light & Magic. He served as chairman of Lucasfilm before selling it to The Walt Disney Company in 2012.[3]
After graduating from the University of Southern California in 1967, Lucas co-founded American Zoetrope with filmmaker Francis Ford Coppola. Lucas wrote and directed THX 1138 (1971), based on his earlier student short Electronic Labyrinth: THX 1138 4EB, which was a critical success but a financial failure. His next work as a writer-director was the film American Graffiti (1973), inspired by his youth in early 1960s Modesto, California, and produced through the newly founded Lucasfilm. The film was critically and commercially successful, and received five Academy Award nominations including Best Picture.
Lucas’s next film, the epic space opera Star Wars (1977), had a troubled production but was a surprise hit, becoming the highest-grossing film at the time, winning six Academy Awards and sparking a cultural phenomenon. Lucas produced and co-wrote the sequels The Empire Strikes Back (1980) and Return of the Jedi (1983). With director Steven Spielberg, he created, produced and co-wrote the Indiana Jones films Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), Temple of Doom (1984), The Last Crusade (1989) and Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008). He also produced and wrote a variety of films and television series through Lucasfilm between the 1970s and the 2010s.
In 1997, Lucas rereleased the Star Wars trilogy as part of a special edition featuring several alterations; home media versions with further changes were released in 2004 and 2011. He returned to directing with a Star Wars prequel trilogy comprising The Phantom Menace (1999), Attack of the Clones (2002), and Revenge of the Sith (2005). He last collaborated on the CGI-animated television series Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008–2014, 2020), the war film Red Tails (2012), and the CGI film Strange Magic (2015).
Lucas is one of history’s most financially successful filmmakers and has been nominated for four Academy Awards. His films are among the 100 highest-grossing movies at the North American box office, adjusted for ticket-price inflation.[4] Lucas is considered a significant figure of the 20th-century New Hollywood movement.
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Solitary Personality Type
The interests of the Solitary Personality Type include (Oldham, pg. 275):
not needing anyone but yourself
being unmoved by the crowd
being free of the need to impress and please
being free of emotions and involvements with others
having clarity of vision rather than sentiment and intimacy
discovering and recording the facts of existence
Main Interests of the Solitary Personality Type
finding solitude; being alone
remaining independent; maintaining autonomy; being self-contained
being dispassionate
being indifferent to pleasure and pain
remaining sexually composed; avoiding attachment to anyone
being uninfluenced by praise or criticism
Characteristic Traits and Behaviors
Dr. John M. Oldham has defined the Solitary personality style. The following six characteristic traits and behaviors are listed in his The New Personality Self-Portrait.
Solitude. Individuals with the Solitary personality style have small need of companionship and are most comfortable alone.
Independence. They are self-contained and do not require interaction with others in order to enjoy their experiences or to get on in life.
Sangfroid. Solitary men and women are even-tempered, calm, dispassionate, unsentimental, and unflappable.
Stoicism. They display an apparent indifference to pain and pleasure.
Sexual composure. They are not driven by sexual needs. They enjoy sex but will not suffer in its absence.
Feet on the ground. They are unswayed by either praise or criticism and can confidently come to terms with their own behavior.
Articulation
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My Soul was fading into the Blissful garden of silence and wisdom, bouncing and bubbling into a sparkling ribbon of light. I teleported into transparent glass and lifted My ceremonial crown off the edge of Obsidian Entertainment’s Blizzard. I flew into the aroma of Meganium and tasted the Rainbow of Skittles up Ho-Oh’s Staircase.
What is the Will of the Force? What will experience reveal God’s true nature to be? How should the next universe be created? Is there anything outside of existence? What is the mystery of Dragonite at Bill’s Lighthouse? What will cosmology reveal about the meaning of life? Can We experience all Bliss with Bunny? How will We build the Rainbow bridge to Infinity? Can We enter God’s Imagination? What should We do with Omnipotence? Will cosmology always reveal a bigger world than We previously perceived? How will cosmic consciousness feel when We stargaze across beautiful Horizons? Where is the Star Forge? Will the Final Annihilator win the Prime Cup? Will the Gray Fox become the Legend of All Millennia? Will Einstein’s library of alien languages on God’s creation write the most enchanting Story? Will the Omniverse have a Chance? Can We grab from Choices outside the system? Where is our Higher Self?
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This was the Will of the Force, there is no doubt.
—Force Will believer.
The Will of the Force was a philosophical concept developed by the Jedi to explain a course of events. The Jedi often invoked the philosophy in order to explain events of improbable feasibility or an occurrence that had yet to happen. Many beings outside of the Order likened the concept to divine will; a fixed series of events planned by a superior being.
Adherents to the “Will” concept believed that a Jedi should remain passive to the Force and the circumstances in which they found themselves, since “the Force would show them their next course of action”. Proponents of the philosophy also followed concepts of the Living Force—which mandated one to live in the moment and trusting one’s instincts since the Will of the Force guided one—and the Unifying Force; it borrowed the viewpoint of ultimate destiny, one that was predetermined by the Force. The philosophy was not without its detractors, the “true” Living Force constituents and free will advocates contested the viability of the Will of the Force. Since it was a melding of the two most prominent Jedi philosophies on the Force and Jedi-outlook, it grew to popularity that rivaled each one mere centuries after its induction.
Key tenets of the philosophyEdit
Instinct is a transmitter, it’s a comlink for speaking to the Force.
—Will of the Force philosopher
The Will of the Force, like all philosophies held several key concepts. These concepts were the basis of a supporter’s belief and defined their lives.
Ultimate destiny
Followers of the Will believed in an ultimate destiny for every being that came into existence. The fate of the being was unchanging and irreversible despite any efforts to alter it. The Will contingent countered any arguments against this belief by saying that any alterations, as seen in future visions, were a result of the Force auto-correcting a wayward being until they returned to their true path.
Living in the moment
The Will of the Force factions supported the ideology that one must live in the moment. They felt living in the moment was the best way to attune one’s self to the Force and listen to its commands.
Instincts
Perhaps the foundation of the belief in the Will ideology, the insistence to act on instinct was derived by the idea that the Force acted on a being through their instincts. The Force communicated its plan for one through that being’s instinct.
Passivism
Rather than fighting to change one’s destiny, a fruitless endeavor, proponents promoted the use of daily passivism to the Force and to the events that surrounded them; acting as what comes naturally and instinctively was the best route to following the Force’s Will.
Behind the scenesEdit
The Will of the Force was created by I’m the Chosen One and is based on the real-world concepts of divine will, destiny and predestination. The Will is also based on concepts presented throughout the Star Wars films.
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In the 2002 World Cup Finals between Germany and Brazil, I wanted Germany to win, but then I realized something - Brazil scored at the 67th and 79th minutes, where 67 in the Pokedex is Machoke, and 79 is Slowpoke, so that could be like the Hokey Pokey, or Han Solo’s quote that Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at Your side kid. That ancient weapon is a very wise Blastoise with guns on His back and old age to become wise. Blastoise fires a torrent to the Ultimate Future. And more than anything, when You put Your right hand in and Your left hand out in the Hokey Pokey, it’s like all of the pieces of Exodia!!*
67th minute goal = Machoke, the Super-Nexus (Superman), Revan’s Star Forge
79th minute goal = Slowpoke Well, a black hole, Darth Nihilus, the Final Annihilator
Super-Nexus: Linking everything together at the mountaintop forge in Heaven for Infinities to Eternities where Destiny won All!
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The last goal of the 2018 World Cup Finals, France Vs. Croatia was scored at the 69th minute, which is Bellsprout, the Sprout Tower, with enlightened monks, and TM Flash atop, and Bell in Bellsprout also sounds like Bill, so it’s Bill of the Lighthouse. Dragonite sings a Lugia tune, and solves cosmic mysteries as Bill.
Germany’s 7-1 win over Brazil in 2014 was Lugia’s height at 17’1
Germany’s 113th minute goal in the Finals was Chansey, Blissey, or Misdreavus, merging with Bunny and My Lugia Soul.
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Skeletal Dinosaur Schematics – Masters of Life and Light
What is the most powerful Force in the world? How many oceans are there beyond the infinite resonance of what we detect? How far do the roots of reality spring into the under-toe? Is there a hatch into the beyond that catapults us into the new ether? How far can the contexts of reality swap pieces and papers, codes and laws to program new boxes? What is the most advantageous edge that sharpens our Halloween tricks for extra maniacal takeovers? Is there really a sound that can put us into a complete state of peace? What is the highest reward for valor and excellence over the simulator of this existential game? How far can the experience of God penetrate into a wonderful chasm of a shaman’s invoking? Are the laws in stasis, or is there some dynamism that rumbles and reroutes them to an altered conception? Are the unknown regions dangerous, or is there a profound fruit we can harvest from its outpouring? How many sides to the force are there beyond the obvious white and black? What is the ultimate virtue, the highest form we can emulate of peace and goodness? What constitutes the highest man possible? Do our shoes remember where we went? Is the tempest really worth powering through if the devil may overtake us? What are the ultimate techniques possible for fragmenting original reflections, and shooting so much further? Is there a blanket that binds and shatters reality, an aegis that covers the full flowering of every tunnel and tube? Is there a point of evolution where your growth as a civilization is invincible, and nothing can stop you? What is the ultimate goal of existence, the meaning that we are meant to extract from everything? Is there a tower of dreams that plays a radio of symphony and fun, delight and ecstasy? What are the training chambers for fully maximizing your mastery of mind? What if a star became black rather than a white dwarf? Can you sneak past the eye of God? What if there is a radioactive core of all consciousness that can initiate any event, calculate into position the most masterful sweeps of conquering and legacy? If the power of Wish were immortal and eternal for you, what would you will into existence?
There are just so many realms and realities, zones and spaces that permeate and flow through all facets and reflections, mirrors and windows in this ever expanding blueprint of fashioning? The point of the divine intellect is to realize every possible future, to triangulate the most blissful fragrance that can be gleamed from this rendezvous through aromas and shrouds, pieces and plentiful energy. But to really get to the door to my heart, arrows of continuation and longevity, aftermaths and time traffic must bend its stick over my question blocks to instantaneously copy and replicate, mimic and ensemble entrée shines and Santa clause novelty, gadgets and gravities that reverse original rainbows, and ground pound infinite jazz from frenzy. But that’s the ultimate power of them all, to be completely crazy and random.
Divine prophecy towards the excellent introjection of piping and incantation, heart and soul swings drapes and sponged, rumination and shimmering through my vanity to express clarity and fluidity into my stomach, where fields of gold just kiss my feet, and wish me away into the wind. The highest class specialty in magic and lore, flora and fauna dancing and twirling, spinning and projecting from your steps is to be a seer, some sort of archon or initiate into the tapestry of clock tower heroes and the saviors that redirect all destinies into the most well envisioned ship wreck of Lugia. Lugia is the highest Pokemon, the most revered saint, truly emblazoned in unmasked white water cascades. And to be Lugia, you have to fulfill the endlessly wheeling star channels of flirtatious grandeur and awe, spanning the bridge to Tyranitar, which is a piece of Lugia because of his diamond heart, and more natural for me, just being a quiet loner in a cave, but Lugia is my magnificent display, the most complete talisman I can remedy into my twitch.
Waves of recurrence draw fortitude and stellar lordship, prolonging and awakening on infinite tapestries shedding the blue touch paper of invigoration stamping portals of welcome endurance. Trains, ribbons, bonds, and strings ignite flowing wands on the safeguarded stone. An echo in the force pursues sunrise whipping planets into abstract conduits yet for closure. Flooding trampolines ricochet erotic beats and tunes, vibrations and solar luminosity grading songs in timelines ever after. Potential is like a scoundrel, leaping with unshakeable determination to imprint cobwebs blasted above cloud 9. The future turns sour with hats and bugs, twinkling laughter and bubbling conversion. Ideas plot counter costumes digging radical cameras and internal downpours crashing satellites to envision the brightest globe.
What has the future in store for our enveloping, trajectories, immersion, and finality to the compass needle of every end, destination, unfolding, and transpiring in the blue haze of edges and doors, singularities and overlays cracking fissures at the dimensional wormhole to zones, everywhere, unification, and dressing up the matrix? Soda pop bangs, arouses, flushes, and drains lofty sticks and pottery, robots and tickling beams in ever rounding merry mansions and sunny twilights. And the most powerful soul of them all, the 1, lucky, supreme, pocket protection, chains, drills, ladders, and stairways is the beheading of the triumphant oracle, with all times, fortunes, meanings, and installations ready to unleash at the tips of his fingers. So premonition, intelligence, dinosaur power and rush clips away the negative restrictions, and blasts open a whole revolving rocket to treasure and flame, destruction of almighty magnitudes.
Power, personified, unique, flavorful, and jolly unleashes untold music and catastrophe, shock and targeting of the ultimate cup, trophy, glory, and victory with penetration as the icon of greatness, elevation, exaltation, and omnipotence. To claim all power, to rattle the foundations, to turn the hands of time, and to rewrite all tragedies and omens, breakdown, and disaster makes doom desire your hunger and lust, your serpent and package, holding every key, sanctuary, imagination, and wonder all slammed and holed, piled and completed from fusion to folly, chronicles and arduous flawlessness. Beauty comprises the spectra of laughter and dollhouses, presentation and whizzing bottles of ever relinquishing potions. We digest, grab, picture, and blossom those labyrinths and choices, visions and uplifting.
Roads are all over the place, pathways of travel, contingencies, overlays, grids, maps, outlines, territories, and the big, overblown, voluminous, gargantuan sketch of all omniverses readies my mobility for tracking fleeting escape engines turning and spewing avalanches. I can overturn the tractor beam, overhaul the highway, detonate the abyss, and color the steps to absolutely relentless execution. From farfetched pixels, the outlandish, mega fantastic, super bubbly, and revenge seeking train boards a high speed zipline to adventure, auroras, refreshing snacks, and buttons to experiment with. The whole cartridge opens galleries streaming enchanted characters sniping gummy bears from everlasting continuums soaring inscrutably.
Daredevil generations copycat dreamy symphonies miraculously conceiving portable borders robed in delicacy, as the marvelous, exquisite, freelance, elevated chapters we inhabit in this show of a disco make heart the most beloved coordinates, and the next place we will visit is the promised land, a super gigantic space station of mythical chromatics super sized and ecstatic with flapping piñatas and squiggling ice cream, just beaming and tossing every item to set up the ultimate challenge, facing RED. Pikachu is primed and secure, bolting dangerous coronas on dead drop baskets, holding the chalice of cotton and bowstrings, so Pikachu is an inexorable arrow of will. And to take on RED, with his super force of immensely star-struck companions in warmhearted jewels and sensations, I dive into flux, get ready for torrents, steel away into the covers of contemplation, and style my franchise with brothers and go getters that trample the deceptive fog of an oracle. This is more than a boss fight; it’s a time bomb for the ages, and once this 1 gets rolling, unbeatable passion will stroke its sparkle to set free the whole sky. Another epic encounter would be Revan vs Nihilus, the hero of all sides, stations, clans, and origins, and the black hole crunching down the world order, sucking oblivion into the breaking point returning armadas blackening the whole horizon.
With every dragon spitting equations from rehearsed spots doodling his own frequencies into this Armageddon, the hourglass of toon world germinates a cup of the crown, and feeding all of the sparks, torn pages, diaries, and segments of the always diverging ghost scene, wild promotions chill the overgrowth with holographic glue, speaking in the language of God, so with all of the maximized passages stolen through into the dead of night, and dizzy ensembles puffing chimneys into sleepy poses, we relax over the dreamscapes of true insight and vantage points, imagining ourselves as the would be rulers and kings of forgotten legends, housing our treasures into the eclipse cannon, and firing over the rainbow ridge of paradise, stretched across continents, castles, elevators, and all manners of fine workmanship. The holy designation set apart for all of us to fly into, to experience, to whirl away through dramatic encounters with other storybooks and new age glitter, it treats us to cupcakes and sacred journeys, voyages to meander through the ever after swooping and plundering all of the courtyard tea cups. So alchemy entraps the dark arts, and technology makes us imitate the ocean of aviation. The limit is only what can be realistically pictured. With too much sense, intelligence, know how, and prophecy sealing what can be done, then it never will. Only through the most outrageous interrogations imaginable can we shatter the silver glass.
Bunny waves electric credits with wish, and my pick, what I would render, spawn, and create is to be the highest level Jedi Council member of them all, and with doctrine, codes, effects, and powers revamped and extended through the forest of the cinema, I would enact training dummies, like infinite, replicated, hugely monstrous, endlessly available icons to obliterate and crunch through my chaotic grip. I would also spin threads and stories, fables and prophecies for the most unmatched realization of phases to the lowest sun, and drive pictures of perennial lottery tickets making my time travel conduit explode above the beast of the sea, where sunshine, pleasant dreams, happy carousels, and phosphorescent batteries make Nietzsche camp on the journeyman’s anvil. And with fate, reading the stars, zipping up into the simulator of blizzards, and reawakening 10,000 BC, so many moons and mountains, cards and singularities beam maverick like stirring and rumination evening naughty petals of a Meganium’s regeneration. So at the tree of council center meditation, I could watch the earth survive millions of years of dinosaur survival, and then transcend into a serpent, tying chords and blueprints, chains of command, and watches of deserts finish my model of ultra storm nexus panels glittering far ranging crudeness of processing and conception.
Wonder, hope, flair, and drive make compassion for all sentience, forms, diversity, and abilities glisten through a ring of perfect, everlasting, sunny, and misty sweets and candy, fumes and pulses just splashing and running through snow and ice, skating on the last supper table to emergency overdrive crossing the boulders of armchair strategy and video game buzz. Signatures and secrets, candles of haunted sites and spellbound riddles disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, and lightning, so the chosen 1 resurrects a star-bird of evolution, rising through the echelons of every force and weight, will and dominion reflecting the copies of stimulation and foresight. Levels grow and imprison, station and drill latches to the thief’s fiction, so now I need to find my favorite quotes from Einstein, Nietzsche, and Bruce Lee from the famous, and also from Darth Nihilus (author of Galactic Super Civilizations) and Gandalf (author of page 2 of Ultrarevolutionary Omniversalism [Nihilus on page 1]).
Defining Gravity
Wisdom accelerates proportions unlimited spinning and generating, splashing and covering strongholds, mysteries, entanglements, and the underneath, invisible, yet to be defined and intelligible fields of knowledge and willpower. Personality is expressed and contained, imprisoned and made forceful by the independence, fortitude, stamina, and endurance to see avalanches combat the cascade, free zones of transcension, elevating our towers, and polarities super sizing and blasting magic marbles and glitter, dreams and royalty fashioned by the designer’s musical masterpiece.
Auroras beam and direct, plague and grapple, detonate and unravel, convey and communicate coasts stirring and reaching, sharpening and battling layers of glass striking aftermath mosaics screaming penetration augmenting and deviating, whirling and scissoring bullets and dummies, beasts of burden reimagining galactic proportions flowing radical time bombs and time flutes awakening Snorlax.
Whirlpool’s splendor makes the meaning of life a bridge to the sunken plunder, where finds and artifacts, toys and gadgets bling growth and circus tricks, floors of unrealized patterns and hidden cosmic constellations making the most beautiful thing in the universe clever ruminations. Assassins bubble council scattering housing dialects and mundane belts crashing out of bounds serpents pulling levels hopping pictures presenting animated mountains and bastions, wayshrines and pixilation scuba diving over outlandish firmaments. With each point, scepter, branch, and toucan bobbling random cards that sketch new hyperspace routes, the way is open to Bunny, offering humanity desire and revision, community goals going as elongated as the terrain of unforeseen channels bends its frenzy plant of emotion, empowerment, fulfillment, and sweets.
Proposals of cosmic annihilation to clean the grid of feeble crunches buttons hats and sounds, lottery tickets an the ultimate prize, a ship to travel, piece together forgotten ancestral knowledge and sources of divine comlinks forging chasms blocking cartwheels stamping portals launching new games and designations, pin missile sneaking and speechcraft. Pleasant warmth contracts ultra intense gasses soaring pylons sufficiently marking treks of cute trims of fluffy booster packs rendering Pokemon above holistic scenes swirling mega maniacal science freaks of visionary outrage dotting potions and synthesis, alchemy and rocketry pulling borders robed in silver snow. Uniqueness invites trampolines of anywhere, happening, gracing, and snapping picturesque forms bonding charity unfolding Halloween wishes pumping bowstrings hijacking cameras interacting favorites.
The Final Annihilator
Cosmic overdrive, rampage, smashing to the zenith, and eradicating all inferior life forms beams up my mosaic of mystical enchantment and fluorescent flavors spanning the rainbow bridge of gummy bears to total lockdown and deceptive shadows embracing the new dawn of extra maniacal apocalypse and devastation. My dance steps flash serpentine kick starts spamming massive lightning fissures tearing the sky and opening the cloud applause highway berserk in installation. Models of rocket science supremacy black out cobwebs burned overhead to transported, teleported, escaping, scissors of blossoming. My calculated robotics scheme terrible tempests blocking open aerospace drilled into multiple dimensional greed. Evanescence shimmers robes of pure pristine elegance gracing the world stadium of domination and absolute meltdown. Glaciers freeze in the twilight zoom splashed with auroras flagging distance hydro pumped stimulation. Ecstasy blings trophies fuzzy in appearance, and yet dangerous to touch or swerve blankets of ruminating monsters hidden deep in the depths of our psychic awareness and penetration.
At my finest hour, I will erupt the cloud top summit, disturb the harmony of will and transportation, elevating my awareness to super calibrated extremes blissfully enjoying summer’s snapshots of hilarious robberies and dimmed expansions making the unknown regions electrify my passions for discovery, enlightenment, world peace, and ultimate power.
Oblivion spaces chords of disillusioned resonance flickering magic templates backing superstars overlaying yarn fragmenting distanced fists of exaltation flocking bowstrings heaving indeterminant oceans guarding helmet’s visor of all control, exorcism, build, launch, forklift, blankets, stems of heartwarming hovering generating giga potentiality substances alchemically reworked into deadly venom blueprints extended outside imagination. Blessings arouse splendid tides rolling thunder our musical tunes fledged intimately awarded the novelty pixilation. Open boundaries arise forgotten mountainous dreams existing under movie flash bang rich current fluid danger. Ebony butchers sacrifice heading blizzards ruin of lips of steeds picking flowers of affectionate effort releasing song and skies, dreams and wishes flying heavenly snow away with frenzy blinding cockpit tongue time bombs. Silencing evil vengeance combines blurry arrows crunching Bunny birth happily listening to treasured vanity extinguishing. Horrible blunders stampede crash sites of the most invincible, erotic, flip side stride, packing endurance holding keys elongated tripping platter aftershock mortality testing reviews of hissing seeking combing mundane gold. Offense rescues fence locking cones bubbling great mists superimposed aside cradles.
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