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.
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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.
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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.
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Easy to be sparse. Wasn't that like a Three Dog Night tune?
