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RECORD: THIS TIME TOMORROW FROGMAN: THE KINKS Magenta: How fraking mental. Riff Raff: And also ANGEROUS of you.                You see, when I said that 'we' were to return to Ninetbeen,                I referred only to Magenta and myself.                I'm sorry, however, if you found The Word misleading,                but you see, you are to remain here,                in Thought, anyway. Dr. Everett Scott: Great heavens! That's a Colt .42! Riff Raff: Yes, Dr. Scott.                A Colt .42 capable of relaying a Time Spiral of Pure Confusions. Johnny Five: You mean, you're going to confturosel me?                         What's                         my                        crime? Dr. Everett Scott: You saw what became of the TEMPORAL EDDY.                              Brads and Janets must be prefected. Riff Raff: Exactly, Dr. Scott.                And now, Johnny Five,                your mono-ch[R]oine has come.                Say good-bye to all of this...                and hello to PROL-TARI-DOM! . . . ] Stephanie Speck: But you can't be con-a-fused.                                You're an alive. STOP: END'me'THOUGHT
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
The Letter-Ing: a chronospire of pure confrustration
RECORD: THIS TIME TOMORROW FROGMAN: THE KINKS Magenta: How fraking mental. Riff Raff: And also ANGEROUS of you.                You see, when I said that 'we' were to return to Ninetbeen,                I referred only to Magenta and myself.                I'm sorry, however, if you found The Word misleading,                but you see, you are to remain here,                in Thought, anyway. Dr. Everett Scott: Great heavens! That's a Colt .42! Riff Raff: Yes, Dr. Scott.                A Colt .42 capable of relaying a Time Spiral of Pure Confusions. Johnny Five: You mean, you're going to confturosel me?                         What's                         my                        crime? Dr. Everett Scott: You saw what became of the TEMPORAL EDDY.                              Brads and Janets must be prefected. Riff Raff: Exactly, Dr. Scott.                And now, Johnny Five,                your mono-ch[R]oine has come.                Say good-bye to all of this...                and hello to PROL-TARI-DOM! . . . ] Stephanie Speck: But you can't be con-a-fused.                                You're an alive. STOP: END'me'THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing:  a chronospire of pure confrustration thirty-third or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole joke its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
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