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May 2017
I don't cram walnuts. Who does that? These people are my people, these people who cram walnuts. No, no, my name isn't Hitch Ard *****-Lip! You have confused me with Hitch Ard *****-Lip who's been hospitalized for nothing. It's bad, really bad, worse than prussical acids in milkshakes Don't be scarred, I mean scared. And now through this we must go, the flow of show-snow, of big stop and of no-go. Love without hate is empty. I'll shave first as the power over death lives in my beard. Stay put, stay pat, stay vigilant, don't pet my cat...Feelings are important. My height is 6' 1" and, short of amputation, I'll remain at this linear height till old age compresses my spine. Really tall people (those over 6' 6") have circulatory problems. They don't make it to 100.
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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