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andru235
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like an icicle in a snowstorm, i am squished between an airy pile and a misty tablet. it wasn't without anger that i declared myself "druistan: the largest nation in north america!". moments later i was invaded by some very attractive military guys; i'll have to declare myself independent more often.
like a brazier in a lava tunnel, my passions are ignited by themselves, creating the sort of chain reaction that earned me the u235 part of my andr. it is as magical as ten arbitrary pedal tones connected with hemiola. don't tell me about your bunyons, no, not quite yet.
now is the time. oh! darn, you missed it. i am not longer willing to hear about your bunyons, not without financial compensation! after all, anything done in the name of profit is just, even if it involves bunyons!
like a bubble in a rainstorm, i am a window into the realities of the ninth golden isthmuth; and also, the wolfsbane cluster. do not insult the wolfsbane, whilst clustered! do not, lest thee be smited by verbana-wreathed altar children!
does anyone relate to my feelings on this?
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