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IKC 56-80
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Hares and omelettes.
There were days when it was enough to drive quickly by the pastures, hoping that the cows couldn't read lips and make their own countermeasures to your french-fry treachery.
We never really paid much heed to those prophets_of_spleen, did we. Goddamn, did we ever pay for our shortsightedness, we paid in donuts and plasma, we paid in the shoddy reproduction of caviar that was draped like cheap curtains over the embankments and the bridges
yes, over there, lies the remains of my siamese twin, the homunculus who could string concentina wire into a lovely harpsichord and play songs that would inspire vagrancy in even the most steadfast cans of dog food.
if you build it, they will belch.
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021208
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