O, isn't it handsome?
2006-06-04 - 10:32 p.m.

There is this hobbling mass attempting to maneuver itself through my large intestine. It knits windows into my stomach and fetches the laundry for my ovaries. The helpfulness of this hobbling mass is nothing compared to its dreadful drain on my spirit. Honestly, I've had enough. I would even start to make sense if only this festering moron would leave my bowels be. It climbs into my throat and tries to make me into a glass of Tokyo, but I've learned from previous encounters with this hobbling mass that hatred and anger are the only way to rid myself of it. I must go fishing and skewer my sails with the livers of those who have fought the mass and lost. I will yacht to the beacon, and discover exactly what it is that remains in the bellies of the medium-sized squid.

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