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in fact we all pay with time and we pay in full.. why people love other people I heard just the other day.. a day i loved by the vanilla frame, the light, the foam cloud with funny shapes, the salty and simple scent of a woman, the unimpaired colour of the sky.. order is some king of enslavement, pay day a bit of potential anarchy.. time is not money after all, and if we pay in time imagine.. imagine all the people.. imagine the derivatives on that we might be the piggy banks and.. how about the change on everything.. how about that.. about the tag on love for you..  

us.. we might just be that cookie in or the jar holding flavours.. you.. saffron and cinnamon me.. salt and vanilla me.. epazote you.. herbes de provence you.. thyme me.. ginger me.. coriander you.. anason we might just be that mix in or the math and architecture for the fortune cookie snack we should blend our time and space and warp it for escape innotimeforallspace.. but then again what we would know on the matter.. for more than just each other fading heart beats time.. what spices goes with what meat? we should just go with salt and pepper as the most commonly used seasonings.. o my good leaf, i used to know your taste, yet again i don't remember being with gods..