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[Jan. 25th, 2013|12:05 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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Eventually I was driven into silence by inanity. The inanity of having to be thinking something day in and day out forever just got to be too much. If you know what I mean. . . . Your damn root beer has given me a headache since I was a kid; that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!. . . The stench rattled off toward heaven and the southern horizon and that was that. . . . Would you quit chasing me around trying to club me insane with your inanity? I’m fine without my meds when you’re not around. . . . Easy to be sparse. Wasn't that like a Three Dog Night tune? |
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