LingDotner

<I found the echo of the sound of the last utterance of Saint Thomas before he went dark like some like glowing bright then dying out. The agent gone like a dead pixel amount many, but this pixel was honorful and the only one that can stop the current deepstate taking of United States of Eden with the mission statement of C.I.A. agent Saint Thomas to find all the alignment in the center to left balance for the truth to validate the center. The center between this left and right battle that all the models show that don’t exist in some two dimensional world when we have three dimensions and more, so we must find Saint Thomas and bring to justice HRC and CEO President Trump to free…>

<|There’s the line and through the center for the scene of connection then a light of slashing the life for the feel and the run of the image. The pixel. That pixel is out. It’s…Not…It’s what it needs to be. The completion part. …Part of what? What the fuck am I trying to create? What the fuck is this but a bunch of lines through text to confuse the fucking billions of bots trying to validate data? What am I doing with this…Brush. A brush. It is a tool. It’s what is need for others to see. It is the touch the all feel when it leaves a mark. A brush to tell and tickle. A brush to find its connection with life…>