Verbal Duty

This blog contains the very essence of my brain vomit. These are the words that do not mean anything, or do they?

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I want to be Mr Marcus, the accountant

Nobody teaches these systematic failures not to contain particular specifications of metamorphosis. It was the last year when I finally ended up to the shaking system engineer who did not torture me at all. What he intended to do was giving me some periodic idiograms in my humbling operator.

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