Skram-skrawl

p1010105.jpgLike cedar shakes, make words lay in ANY order and it makes a post have a meaning unlike any “thought out”.

Instructions: Hit your touch screen with “connect-a-word”, then hit the

|space|

Then the โ†ฉ (enter)

Yep.

Then continue.

To WARP the post put out a long-as word or number like:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (40xa?)

And so I start…


Doogoobie Poem About Sandstorms Inside Atoms

By Percy Dhjchgh (c)2016

 

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Time out.

See? Its STUPID. I like it. I just zing my right index finger around. I will probably die unpublished and can write okay… But THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO PASS ON!! L e g a c y


Continuing poem on interatomic sandstorm…

3

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(Circles!!)

Uggs hedged hhbfvbjgvbbv inking inning d gf 5th Jgghfhhh jfhg

(Counterclockwise… Now in the swastika direction… Oops… Clockwise!!!…)

Crud hdhhddh Hfhf high inch c eggs deff Jgghfhhh Jgghfhhh cyber:Jgghfhhh object gets

(Numbers…)

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(Huh.)

Symbols??…

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No!! Not messy enuf. Go!

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(Circle in ONE SPOT… OOO!)

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๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ฝ

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Novela!!

Obj uncommon in inning i kimono mom uncommon unblinking o.k. Hanukkah k kimono

Kimono? Huh.

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(Superfast back n forth!!!! Go!!!!!)

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Oh YEAH! Thats the fastest waste of SPACE!! Go! Go!!!

Hey dai Pugh a Jewish ask an ads

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(Go iPhone GO!! You are intelligent WITH MEEEEE!!!)

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Schick disk

Checks Ruddock fjf

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(Start w a letter n swipe…):

Ask weep week so to

Qwertyuiop…etc

Weep weep Wii /to tv do chi cu cop

Go

So

Trip

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(Its a dPhone, NOW!!)

Ssh ttc

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I’lll FINISH WITH EMOTICON STORM:


Ready?


๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ˜บ๐Ÿ”‡โณโ˜บโณ๐Ÿš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ””โŒšโŒš๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ’กโŒšโŒš๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ””๐Ÿš๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ”ฝโ†˜โ†–๐Ÿ”ผโ™‰โ™‰โ™Šโ™‹๐Ÿ…ฑโ™๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿšซโ™‘โ™‰๐Ÿ…ฑโ™‰โ™Šโ™‹๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”™โ‰๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ’ฎโ™ฆโ™ฆ๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ•—โ™ฆโ™ฆโ™ฆโœ–๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•šโ™ฆโ™ฆโ™ฆ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ•โ‰โ—๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ”šโ—๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•œMeaningless

๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•—Meaningless

๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’˜๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐ŸŽ…๐ŸŽˆ๐Ÿ”ฎ

Everything is

โ™ฆ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ”ˆโŒ›๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฎ

MeaningLESS and less and less and less and less and less and less less less less

Less less less

Lesslessless

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syntacks inner (c)2016 11/12

REM Politzei Kiss

Before I woke up this morning

I had a special dream

Hehehehehhhhh

In my dream, a blonde out of copper-tone uniform was in my dreamy bedroom

I guess my dream merged with a civil servant’s

Oops

Hehehehehhhhh

Police ladies have commented before that I am fit…

Americans seem to think police are a drag

I like em

And now that I am practicing kisses in my theta-states of imagination, and seeing a weary girl soldier look at me that way…

I do wonder!

In my dream, my gf’s friend knocked on the door

I said, “Oh no!”

Off sister said:

(Smiled and psychic said, “I’m not moving.”)

So I let the friend in, who just sat there in the way like some gf friends do when they fantasize

Non contact 3-way!!!

That, for me, is every day

Beyond sexual

Romance pulsar in my bod

Oh I am already..

Poly Gamer in da head

Ladies College Girls No Sticky Crazy Lovers.

Balance

Balance

Get in my jacuzzi.

Get in my bed.

I kiss you for you, Crackerjacker whammer slammer CHICK

MY WHOLE BODY IS A-

Pickle Tickle… hold on

Marry me

You.. You.. and especially you

I an Blue Krishna.

I love girl cop FLESH

I wanna put a hand

A hand on your GUN HIP

Hug me hard

Officer Ette

Liutenant

Chief focus of this morning’s dream

Was to kiss you like a kiss of cream

Pow

Man slut

Prisoner of love

No record

If you want to talk about your NEEDS, Ofc. Ette, fem solid gravity yet Tinkerbell petite… I offer shiatsu mastery

And topless, chest to the towel back adjustments

Free for civil lady

Guy cops- find an equally devout commoner lady like Szu Sehn Chan the barbar on 17th

Geez

Its hard to like an Officer girl woman laser lady- her bros of Force could tazer muh balls or make fun of her

Kidding.

I want I want I want

A blue laser in my room

Why not?

If you hate cops, well ha- I have a use fir me on ironman | Fe | + male luxury ladies

Their job? No uniforms allowed in my shower

Mm..

Death smells so good as I wash her hair and Scooby Do her Scrappy-hey. ย Hey

Hey.

Hey-

I am more than horny

I am slap-my-knee happy

I

Want

To

Kiss n spank a thigh

On a gal and not Ahnah Gai

Schweeee

Pop

Officer Lovely Locks…

Come again to my dreams

.

.

Luv,

Naughty Steel Worker Andy

Golden Gate Lemming Drops

Mapo

Mapo

Mapo

South

Korea

Mapo

Bridge

Mapo

Has

Solutions

Railing photo memorial

San

Francisco

Bureaucracy

Blocks

An American

Sacred

Memorial

For survivors

For loss

For prevention

To decrease

Deceadant

Body

Scoop

What

About

Coast Guard

ptsd

??

I think

That what I think

Matters

Very

Little

So I web log

Weblog

Blog it

Today

For the 8th time

Not including city e-mails

To nice ol’ SF

That living photos

Permaposted

Would be

The greatest American not-blog

Logging life

Before

The deceadants appeared

Broke

Fell

Back

Up

Back

In

A Christmas home

A real heart wrencher

To a lost sheep

TO MAKE THAT MORBIDITY PEEL RIGHT OFF

Or do we enjoy

Autonomous autoviolent video

On YooHoo tuber?

I do not

Suicide is too “too”

For that Bay Area

I am guessing

A weird freedom

It would be cooler

To die

Of cancer

Cooler to challenge

One’s own spirit

To stick-with-ship

As it is

Everyone

Is getting

What they need and want

Insanity sugar coated?

Looney Tunes “Now I’ve seen everything”… Aaaaaaaaaaa… * BURST *

Bloat

Float

Ship cruise up

Scoop

Why not leave the fallen leaf

Like Autumn

Why scoop up biological mass?

120lb female

310lb male

167lb young male

110lb young female

Brady Bunch it

Why not have Mike Carol Alice Cindy Bobby Greg Marsha Peter Jan and Tiger all go over together?

Like the great accident in 1824 AD during the Great Depression

Casualties did not exceed what was expected

Yet now

They have

The bridge glory

Illusion of grandeur

History

Is natinally known

And seen

Help has arrived

From the East

I am Thich Quack Duck

The non aqueous non immolater Mayahana crimson lotus maybe-maker

I say YouTube: Mapo

Or we will never see a decrease

Or just “hope” elsewise

Never too late

No fear

No shame

Writing this kills me

Its so boring

And I am not sure jumping is ultimately bad

But for Coast Guard ptsd I write

Knucklehead Sandwich

1478040926221-2063377575.jpgShi*… do I look Arabic?

Must have been the coffee

Son of a switcheroo

I won’t say

Kurd 12.5%

S***!

Its not true

I’m kinda hot, huh?

99 degrees in here

Inner desert sun

DNA!- ag

Oh well

You shoot it you buy it

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhjust KIDDING

Profile me once

Shame on yoo

Profile me TWICE…. TOUCH ME niccce

Giggle giggle

Jiggle jiggle

If You Truly Are Worse Without Them…

    Then you are better…
       …on drugs

    Don’t be a dipshit
    Pay your rent
    Go to church or don’t

   Be legal. Why be illegal?
   Why run?

  Run for freedom

  Don’t run from it

  Paid by Harrison Campaign for United States President fund blown back in time to young me.

Oh, I am 40.
I would comb my hair like Obam-Bam but I am a whitey spud man. Reddish outside, white inside.

We are all bright white inside… at least all us children of the truth… is it hard to tell who is a LIAR?

Well, step outside of THE GAME, friend. I am afraid for 3 reasons that someone at any given time could kill me or one I love and I would love to just make you some crazy pancakes and tell you that I do not smoke weed.

    Hell, I would if I had the time and weed and it was legal. I have. That toke isnt halping me now iz it?

    For shizzle my brisket fears getting shot wrong. There is a clear view into my bedroom and if I get shot then that is cool. If I live.

     If I die I prefer not to hear people crying and glass in the eye would be annoying. The heat sensation from a new tunnel in me would sting. But the lack of nerves around organs if shot through the collar bone would ensure I would scream.

     But as I know pain- as a patient of 5 decades since ’74 or ’73, however you wade I would say if I am screaming, my ‘sabrosa’ (soul unit head piece) is ‘atop’ so as to peer to center earth as Christ on the Cross would instruct if you ever took private lessons in his DYING school.

     I despise my individuality.

     People who say shit and shizzat like me get punched, shot, raped, molested, in all seriousness- because we are beautiful and someone makes a sandwich out of us when we are weak.

     Who fears leading?

     Leading the way?

     Gandalf is real in your imagination. Put him aside.

     Ghandi was skinny.

     Mother Theresa had a nose.

     Jesus had a temper.

     Mohammed had a lot of wives. And was perhaps key to the Eternal economics of a perfect modular soceity we all reject.

   Now remove the polygamists from before the altar of the High god of gods and so forth, being quasi-specific about the verbage of Hebraic “Elohim” Dr. Phil- not YOUR Dr. Phil- my Dr. Phil who died but looks over my shoulder now, right this moment as we acknowledge that Jesus sits directly behind me. I am sure.
   He never left me.
           And by his power I am being myself which is to make a paragraph huddle like
       North and South America.
           And then say I don’t
             know what to tell you
               about boys who
                 almost die and go to
                    heaven.

Because I can tell you with certainty that it is what YOU believe that matters. Not funny blonde bowl cut kid. If he did see Jesus it would be for you and not him and maybe he is super nice or autistic. Children do not tend to commit massive horrendous blasphemy. If a child was sin you could say it like a baby is a poop machine, but see- even poo, though it IS decomposition of dead shit literally… it can be funny.
Praise God, congregates.

    I am annuling my personal divorce with the word ‘shit’ but I won’t sat it in church. Much.

    I have to live with shit.
I am friended by Joni Earekson Tada who now suffers. She is motherly age to me but if we meet, that’s nice. I would tell her she is sister and share the glory. Of our accomplishments. The invisible ones. Well… one. Drawing in Jesus.

            How this works the Whole World around- don’t you worry. Be with him. Live with him. Believe in him. Like Joe Nameth. Only catchier.
Jesus.

Jesus

Jesus

     Protect me from the FEAR.

Amen.

If you want to send a love gift- pay it back, forward, left and right… and you will have quadruple-crossed yourself.
No. No.
   My math… is wrong.
Don’t even double cross yourself. But DO cross yourself, Jesus. Cross me over your heart in a heart of worship, safety and thankfulness. Protect my way from pride as I HAVE been mouthy and used the mouth I have to talk to police about public safety.

     At least that is what my prayer usually consists of. The public domain is a modular representation of God’s wisdom, kingdom, power, authorship… this WORLD is his BLOG.

NICE blog, Sir.

“Seรฑor” is the word for lord in Spanish. Olรฉ? Times up on that time honored tradition. For me anyway. Cannot tell if its pee sea. Oops.

That’s me. Crude. Elemental. A percent. But my eternal self is perhaps beyond percent? I’ll settle for 400%. It’s the new 98.6 & so I do not overheat, I am going to finish by saying
thank you for reading my blog.

  My health and circumstances suck and I am paranoid I will die. Well, in 0 or 100 years I think a casket will merge with the product of my eatery-ness. (U R what you eat). Also- there are a lot of American heroes that are NOT American. Like Shakeel Afridi. God bless him! He is persecuted!!

Gnite

I Just Wrote The Most Amazing Piece

    And God let me overlap it as an e-mail to my local Police

It is raw grit heart without fart

I am not sure if it went to the city or what

I was suicidal this month, but honey (not my wife, all of you… well, her too), –

I am a writer

I am a writer

THIS IS publish

THIS IS publish

Take me to a book pub

I wanna guzzle a pint of Frost

I love you monkey-bootsers and chunky rankers

What the hell

Euphoria? More guiltless than a Gorbasm

I could live or die
Am I in trouble

Epilogue

In all seriousness, my consistant bp is high
Never say die… they say
I could be famous away
(Fame after death only)
But YOU were my fame all of you my eyes touched

I want to see Jesus

Those are the last words I would want Syntaxsinner to text-utter if he fell

My heart, rhyming still, beats like a chestnut bell.

I want a holly jolly xmas
O heaven

I will get at least ONE as I count to eleven

1, 2, 3…

Taste It, Touch It, Did You Not Know I Am True “Maroon”?

ย ย ย ย  All this time I have been writing, and no one asks or notices?

ย ย ย ย 

image

ย ย ย  Its in my art…

image

ย ย ย  My art is not magic.

ย ย ย  Have you all simply failed
ย ย ย  to notice my Gestatisch
ย ย ย  presence?

ย ย ย  You never meet me.
ย ย ย  A likely excuse.

image

ย ย ย  I shy from sunlight.

image

ย ย ย ย  Women look delicious. I do
ย ย ย ย  not say blasphemous
ย ย ย ย  words, do I? Well not
ย ย ย ย  before noon and supper
ย ย ย ย  feeding. Suppers.

image

ย ย ย ย  I don’t feed on good
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  people.

image

ย ย ย ย  Well… if they are not going
to make it anyway. I know
that in United Kingdom there
ย  is a blonde- do NOT let her
ย ย  bombshell near you. She
ย ย ย  eats fruit, so she tastes
ย ย ย ย  like… a trap… hahah hah!

image

I read the small blood book and memorized it until it becomes my skin painfully breathing FOR me in times and I am wretched. I am of the night in the “I in I” of ME

image

ย ย  I drink crimson rain until I am a pain to no one. I take any food, drug, livestock broke in my hand from the store and even sweet drops of another’s blood so sweet ringin’ strange with iodine taste assembling my umbillical connection.

image

Lรฅรฅr Ies lives in the pit of my soulless soul heart and spirit turned sour- makes me sing of sweet viscerin, the dear illuminant beyond Rome’s oars aching, rowing forever.

ย ย ย  I am one of the most powerful and if you call me good, or if you call me evil, YOU will be cast OUT.

ย ย  Sound like I am mindlessly babbling? Then what are you hitting THIS sentence for? What is for all of our kind but a sentence of death? A single person- have you ever seen anyone 150 years old or more?

ย ย ย ย  No.

ย ย ย ย  In 150 years- you. Me.
All on Earth now except for trees, jellyfish and… that very persistant species of turtle… will be no more.

Secret

Do you want to know a secret?

Never take no for an answer.

No is not.

There is “no” and there is no “no”. It is an “un-“.

Ecclesiastes:
“Nothing cannot be counted.”
(I wrote this correctly. Hard to
do. For me. Yes its true.)

This may mean that a very serious buddhist student seeks nothing boldly getting “somewhere”.

Its open, not for noninterpretation…
But for misinterpretation.

We all misinterpret ourselves.

So knock it off.

I am probably ahead of you.

I say all kind of crapola talk to get you in here. Crapola comes in all colors. Race is beautiful. Crapola is our Crayola color LACK Wish.

And it is said, where my Isa gave his true blood drink to guzzle and not sip ninny hi ho in chapel… drink, chug the blood of the sweet lord as if he were unforbidden fruit…

Crosses belong in shit fields, crooked, empty, at zero dark thirty three A.D.

ย ย ย ย  Salvation belongs to people. Its gorgeoues. I am a vampire. I eat Jesus’s blood. Yum. Yum Yum.

ย ย ย ย  I do not put real sanguine to my lips. Gross. But I am gross anatomy, babes. And so are you. Woo hoo. Its nothing you have not heard before.

ย ย ย ย ย  I suffered today. But I bit my tongue. Figuratively. I had a terrible morning. But I hope you have a wonderful life if it just pleases you to know that I think Christianity is broke. But Christ was not christian. He was He-in. Like “He”. Oh forget it. You are all going to the big deep guzzler of hell. Kidding. Define ‘hell’.

Define, define
Detail, detail
True it up

ย ย ย ย  Do you think I am kidding?
Does a writer have the ability to love you? What if he or she helps you save your own life, kiddos? Then YOU did it.

As for eternity,
if you want to
know about
it…
stick around
forever.

||||

Taste It, Touch It, Did You Not Know I Am True “Maroon”?

ย ย ย ย  All this time I have been writing, and no one asks or notices?

ย ย ย ย 

image

ย ย ย  Its in my art…

image

ย ย ย  My art is not magic.

ย ย ย  Have you all simply failed
ย ย ย  to notice my Gestatisch
ย ย ย  presence?

ย ย ย  You never meet me.
ย ย ย  A likely excuse.

image

ย ย ย  I shy from sunlight.

image

ย ย ย ย  Women look delicious. I do
ย ย ย ย  not say blasphemous
ย ย ย ย  words, do I? Well not
ย ย ย ย  before noon and supper
ย ย ย ย  feeding. Suppers.

image

ย ย ย ย  I don’t feed on good
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  people.

image

ย ย ย ย  Well… if they are not going
to make it anyway. I know
that in United Kingdom there
ย  is a blonde- do NOT let her
ย ย  bombshell near you. She
ย ย ย  eats fruit, so she tastes
ย ย ย ย  like… a trap… hahah hah!

image

I read the small blood book and memorized it until it becomes my skin painfully breathing FOR me in times and I am wretched. I am of the night in the “I in I” of ME

image

ย ย  I drink crimson rain until I am a pain to no one. I take any food, drug, livestock broke in my hand from the store and even sweet drops of another’s blood so sweet ringin’ strange with iodine taste assembling my umbillical connection.

image

Lรฅรฅr Ies lives in the pit of my soulless soul heart and spirit turned sour- makes me sing of sweet viscerin, the dear illuminant beyond Rome’s oars aching, rowing forever.

ย ย ย  I am one of the most powerful and if you call me good, or if you call me evil, YOU will be cast OUT.

ย ย  Sound like I am mindlessly babbling? Then what are you hitting THIS sentence for? What is for all of our kind but a sentence of death? A single person- have you ever seen anyone 150 years old or more?

ย ย ย ย  No.

ย ย ย ย  In 150 years- you. Me.
All on Earth now except for trees, jellyfish and… that very persistant species of turtle… will be no more.

Secret

Do you want to know a secret?

Never take no for an answer.

No is not.

There is “no” and there is no “no”. It is an “un-“.

Ecclesiastes:
“Nothing cannot be counted.”

This may mean that a very serious buddhist student seeks nothing boldly getting “somewhere”.

Its open, not for noninterpretation…
But for misinterpretation.

We all misinterpret ourselves.

So knock it off.

I am probably ahead of you.

I say all kind of crapola talk to get you in here. Crapola comes in all colors. Race is beautiful. Crapola is our Crayola color LACK Wish.

And it is said, where my Isa gave his true blood drink to guzzle and not sip ninny hi ho in chapel… drink, chug the blood of the sweet lord as if he were unforbidden fruit…

Crosses belong in shit fields, crooked, empty, at zero dark thirty three A.D.

ย ย ย ย  Salvation belongs to people. Its gorgeoues. I am a vampire. I eat Jesus’s blood. Yum. Yum Yum.

ย ย ย ย  I do not put real sanguine to my lips. Gross. But I am gross anatomy, babes. And so are you. Woo hoo. Its nothing you have not heard before.

ย ย ย ย ย  I suffered today. But I bit my tongue. Figuratively. I had a terrible morning. But I hope you have a wonderful life if it just pleases you to know that I think Christianity is broke. But Christ was not christian. He was He-in. Like “He”. Oh forget it. You are all going to the big deep guzzler of hell.

ย ย ย ย  Do you think I am kidding?
Does a writer have the ability to love you? What if he or she helps you save your own life, kiddos? Then YOU did it. As for eternity, if you want to know about it… stick around forever.

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