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Oh helmet gods, ye strike the coil and fondle the wind and brim the shirks and shit on the sheiks; I love thee!

1. Coast


2. to Coast!



All entries required were the eyed, the ore, the oft toppled top ends of suitcases and gleem. Ever cheer the dander? Snow knew knotted seas and temperance was a condition re-felted with pipe hats and swoon depictions; all anew & about as mulch, addendum together were cardboard and styrofoam ... lashing gnashing and hashing plans: everyday of our lives.

Leverly.