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...no computers no internet no porn oh well just an un-electric night red dwarf I can hardly contain my joy.
There are no things of interest tonight no commoditioes to be exchanges "i'd love a chip" whack punch in the face who do you think you are wouldn't you rather lick something other than your fingers oh what prose John Dionne would kneeled before me and hail me as a master hush far too much fantasy