Time to put your tea down, sir.
2006-03-24 - 1:44 p.m.

Whenever your elbows sink into the vastness of cardboard coats with charming waistbands, remember that your placement in this world is not one of aplicated concrete. It takes a deep trust in irons and legs to complete a craving for that which lies in the meddling vortex.

Procreation has stirred a delicate malnutrition in two or three of my more complacent organs. This came from the ill-fitting pants, fourteen incorrect maps, and an uncomfortable position that argued with the stapler.

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