A scary notion about devotion, some for love, mostly for the opposite. Don’t participate for you’ll only perpetuate. What is hate but a date that correlates your fate, the waiting room where your contemplation conflates. Championship runners are hardly late, but the tortoise is a proven-noble mate. First lesson learned from a junk heap, a reference to not many. The truth is that it’s hard to be an archive of unknown cartoons, and pictures that move, music that grooves. References reserved for those few that care, if I could delete I’d hit it…um, that key. Old oil wells spew methane gas. Don’t cry over spilled milk.
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