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I move you move them. Themselves in a box. A box that talks. A talks that walks. Walkers walks. Whelks begin on the late Q. Whelks indeed..
A glass of sharp green doesn't satisfy early enough to dispute the very large box in ways we couldn't run.
Run. RUN.
Don't touch it. You'll ruin it...

This handle's disgustingly wrecked together with five shots from five staplers that collectively stample seas faster than a zillion coaster pounds understand.
Kevin was a thing in a thing bag.
Of course not.
Or.
Of course is.
Or.
I am the winter and it is wide.
Or am I done talk-time?
?????

Welcome to my house. It isn't very big in my house:
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Hate to rain on your raft, but you love on the daft. So just sit down and eat your brunch. Ba-ounch.

Do you wear a tiny hat?
You must have a tiny head.
Which means that a tiny brain would follow.
Like this...
You must be very dumb.

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Do you read this? Why?
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Are you going to
Jet yet?
Not yet?
I'll bet.
Why not just jet?
I don't jest.
You should leave the rest
To me and the best.
So you can attend the fest.
Is it not your goal...
To fill the hole?
With your whole
Jet?

Small jet.

You know, Lars is still a bitch. I've been to lazy/busy to update lately, but it doesn't change the fact that Lars is an asshole.

Anyways, art_snobs post to come. Stay tuned, folks.

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