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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables good ones get awayi saw you bent over face first into the thick green moss of the swamp across the street licking up the brown muddy water and cackling insanely that every frog was kissed, "Is this it!" you hollered and sobbed "Am I that princess?" without echo or reverberations your answer was almost roman 2000 years of tradition silence is consent. |
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