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nobody thought that jack palance was a barnacle specialist until the stars came out and you unglued a force field from your nose. i want to say "pepper me with salt" but it would be too honest. oh radiators and walkie talkies of misfortune, guide me to the field of tractor-fearing crop and give me riddles lots of riddles. to be or not to be ticklish in the area of applied psychology. alchemy is for chiropractors. stuff magnesium into the hush-hush portal and catch the bright bam, then when you shout the visualizations into the part of you that stutters at the sight of malarky and mahoney's grand opening banners, just offer your spot on the bench to someone else and take another number. and what does the pinata think - so quiet, so quiet, life is fantastic in this solemn world of peace and harmony! then children, a bat, the frenzy of stealing my intestines in a drunken kool aid rage? there is no justice!
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