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Nov 2024
I took pity on Oko Yono with her lopsided slant on communism and why Tokyo City doesn't exist as such. I took it on the chin before the lead beetle's final equatorial spin. I made my bed in an oxygen tent to save on obscene Dakota apartment building rent. I porked the marked piggy pig after losing my chapped man wig. I shot John till his life was too-far gone.
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