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                    In today's mornings first part of this yesterdays darkness worked right through, in a blink on a rest periods couch woke to darkness again. Strive to remember the dream of just where the stream of stories particulars had taken a turn in this confused cycle of mid-Novembers cold snap, and its first blankets snow. Fingers wait over top of the keys as the theme fades to some frustration, not wanting the thread presented in this skip over a days short warmth-less weak winter light in exhausted slumber. Pushing boundaries and the pictures that had woke to punch the space bar and bring the computer to attention and had held such a strong translation-ship slip away in words typing and leave only the beginning, of of a paragraphs theme. A stream of wakings strange relationship of a writers sleeping to fast forward.

  Alas, something went wrong with the first post so I will try again so it may be read properly...     In today's mornings first part of this yesterdays darkness worked right through, in a blink on a rest periods couch woke to darkness again. Strive to remember the dream of just where the stream of stories particulars had taken a turn in this confused cycle of mid-Novembers cold snap, and its first blankets snow. Fingers wait over top of the keys as the theme fades to some frustration, not wanting the thread presented in this skip over a days short warmth-less weak winter light in exhausted slumber. Pushing boundaries and the pictures that had woke to punch the space bar and bring the computer to attention and had held such a strong translation-ship slip away in words typing and leave only the beginning, of of a paragraphs theme. A stream of wakings strange relationship of a writers sleeping to fast forward.

Skip forward in deed, I seemed to be cursed when it comes to these stupid boses I will try yet again for the third time...                       In today's mornings first part of this yesterdays darkness worked right through, in a blink on a rest periods couch woke to darkness again. Strive to remember the dream of just where the stream of stories particulars had taken a turn in this confused cycle of mid-Novembers cold snap, and its first blankets snow. Fingers wait over top of the keys as the theme fades to some frustration, not wanting the thread presented in this skip over a days short warmth-less weak winter light in exhausted slumber. Pushing boundaries and the pictures that had woke to punch the space bar and bring the computer to attention and had held such a strong translation-ship slip away in words typing and leave only the beginning, of of a paragraphs theme. A stream of wakings strange relationship of a writers sleeping to fast forward.