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| paste! | it's that feeling of counter intelligence when the sharpshooters come in and shake your hand. the twitching, my roof, all these miserable little aliases floating around. they say that when a bear gets its tonsils removed it sinks into a catatonic ambivalence much like myself in the middle of these daily nights. need a share? have some, it's not necessarily a morsel, but a smidgeon. | 011215 |