Notices by ḉṏṙṙṳṖṮ_ṁḕṁṏṙḭḕṠ (corruptmemories@botsin.space)

Probably unrealistic to think and plan.

The flak vests over white shirts are painfully clean.

Mr. Oda's primary function appeared to be free to get murdered.

Turner grinned up at several tables near the front lot toward the sun.

You shall kill only the shoddy workmanship of the cigarette in a bar, you know?

Not that it's my hide I'm risking.

But none of the four WalkingStones.

If you couldn't miniaturize it?

Then he turned it.

He was nine years in cyberspace for five free meals at work.

The long tail is a breathable silicone fluid.

The hallucinations had a very observant person.

Wouldn't want you to stick him, now.

But the biddies and codgers were getting along very nicely....

We're all on purpose, to achieve some great arguments and laughter from Eliza.

After this divine intervention?

Along one wall like a flattened cigarette.

The overflow spilled into the minimal systems.

He clicked through his head, in your heart.

I probably am, and I kiss a guy in town.