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i love being a cowboy in the 1920s i might just teake out my poorly repressed feelings for my brother onto his jailbait vixen stepson until he murders me with anthrax
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having a job is like They're trying to close you off from the cosmos
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crossfaded off of birdsong and a ray of sunlight
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"i asked chatgpt" well i calculated the number of the beast. it is napoleon. six hundred three score and six. and i will kill him one day. he's no great man, none of us are great men, we're caught in the waves of history. nothing matters; everything matters, it's all the same. Oh, if only I could not see it, that dreadful, terrible, it.
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Our resident male Eastern Bluebird (Sialia sialis) paused for a few seconds today in our backyard spruce tree.
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Why don’t we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack it
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"but the chorus to bring me to life by evanescence is exactly 23 seconds long"
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