How do I decide to Brechtly-communalize.
I do public strolling for striking telling trinkets.
(Might even be incompletely-literal oh dear like you experience.)
Erect bending crouching kneeling won't recall prostrations.
Simply always loved hands-on hunting for lost and unknown goodies.
! TheLacan/Bertold/Slavoj/Marc/Cayley know-shit.
? I thrash.
Amazed-starving.
This is where I communalize recent pictures.
These strike me but probably won't be in my next volume, 16:
