i feel that phe wants to break up with me, but i will never break my cigarette.

[double_talk]

Here a movie marquee with a message on it written in lights. Pathé. She felt something on her. And so fall down to the far and fishy subterranean mediterranean meditating sea that laps your adriantic shore where I'll yet float in the tin of my boat, my sardine boat, a jew-down at sunrise, a fart of a fish preserved in the salt of my fat, my sardine

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[misterjeff]

So, who the hell are you?

[paully]

indeed what hath the woodwork wrought