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too late for dinner

look me in the eye and tell me that you love me or was it all a sad story that you unconsciously believed while you raided the fridge and fornicated wildly too late is not really an acceptable position and later on is usually an example of indecision and sometimes specimens reject their predicaments especially if they are eventually going to be your dinner i am sure that i am here to usher in a new authority resurrected like a phoenix i must be stronger than before so even if forever is often equivalent to never and september is the month of seven (or was it nine) serpents that are to be reborn in the dawn of Time's obsidian as our minds have spent oblivion in the forges of turgidly engorged shores, torn from their former continents as forms are always gripped in hands who choose intolerance  take administrators, lawyers, bureaucrats and clerks; as examples of this; par excellence
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