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| IKC 56-80 |
SHe sits on the crate by the interstratosphere on-ramps with images of the latest culinary weapon in mind. This one goes straight to your lungs (this one goes out to the one i left be-hind.) No, tomorrow we won't be breathing oxgen or even helium but a cocktail of potassium and ground beef. I never told you it was your turn to drive. You never learned the way. Second-rate techniques will only get us laughed at on the big stages where the sight of ectoplasmic_tempura holds the audience in the same kind of trance that you get from staring at that catapult that the neighbors used to lauch flaming dogshit over to the house_of_flerd Yeah, you remember that right. good. then it's agreed... get your ass on that luggage rack and smile for the bugspray |
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