Lose Lose Gain ... {what else, nothing gave me candy for at least piling simple and small rocks among some things even so tiliting around the compassing ground anyone knew about it}

whereabout anyway, i thought and think before and now going ahead myself in typing that where i take simple rocks into susposition and make out something along the paas of where a well catain and nothing brought out but maybe less and less miles and a simple taste without the formal vestor of the mind took time away from many moons and day seems to make out where and how i make up in my viseree going horning in mirror time and pleyning the fitting of ruling others out where they take on words like {candy to the predictive outcomes}....

well, my neck isnt really easy to see, and that might make out clearly to someone or anyone so about where i can make some effort going out to myself and the reader that main point in picking up on intensity in the certain blog about a certain previous developing observation i can say, if and when i stare and make out my face and my neck doesnt make much sense to make out i have alot to go by where the rest is up to less portention in mock up in placing my head around my walking space. moreso my reading space can mock up in my legs to maybe point down and press certain sensory movements to take calmness into the placement of my prugative mental processing where comes the neat and forgoing sytheisis of my thighs coming off paling where i cant make out what a butt is really anyway .... hold on, my butt isnt going to make sense to you. it doesnt have a mind .... honestly, you might be sitting down and pouring it all out to make out a butt, but i cannot tell in honest disposition the repository uphill and gradual release to the grain of mental picturing how it really has any particular cultural purpose. its almost like {if i can make it out right} that its at war with the body and nothing really gave any real ideas to anyone all the same in measure whereabout current time runs most minds and human cultures within you know, STAGES.

anyway, i can say this about the neck, it has no mind.... it uses something particularly interesting. whereabout i experienced this was to mention here because i have the time to make it out in just the right way for exposing. the HORN of GRASS is not, from the mind in a detailing where you might make out trees. so about to say in moresel in sight of tress and no grass comes out to pale the eyes, take in what a night might look like with many trees around. hereabout i experienced on so terming night in my life {earlier years}... i sought out things {really}. and my neck took time to swallow it down mainly. if so i remember in this sorting out where the trees begin in my sights from which i have memory in this experience, the neck i began to come about in my writing to express was

more like tending to want to act out as the nights animal. the cusp of a natural occurance simply making out trees and no certain gradual release in eyes sight maintained the ground so you might take that i was having a type of thing to say how my neck is within maybe its own natural boundaries. so here we go, the neck can think ahead without tailing the mind very upward and nothing gives the mind a chance to react in some sort of process whereas the day might term you for some pale in what you can make out yourself where you afford sight and resistances in the day time. so i can stop there because it gets to touchy where for the reader, the idea to mess with natural occurances are too risky.... i dont know, i have to think about this more.