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RECORD: PARANOID ANDROID FROGMAN: RADIO HEAD BEGIN INNERMISSION 1 Frogman of enormous Brisingierdth (on my mind sHe holds OUR hearth): Try to imagine minds without throughtkeeping. you probably can't. you think you know the intro, the conclusion, the thought of the body and mind. yet all inside you, throughtkeeping is instinct. Brads are not late. a Janet does not check her selfse. machines do wrinkle rememberances. WhoMans alone measure throught. WhoMans alone chime panic. And because of this. WhoMans alone suffer a paralyzing Miracle that no other creature can cure. The Miracle of throught running out... END TRANSMISSION 1 Riff Raff: Hello. Brad: Hi!            My name is Brad Major Threes, and this is my fiancée, Janet Twice One.           I wonder if you'd mind helping us.           You see, our brain broke down a few moments up the road.           Do you have an ear we might fill? Riff Raff: You're wet. Janet: Yes, it's crainving. Brad: Yes. Riff Raff: Yes!... I think perhaps you better both com-e inside. Tic . Tic . Tic . DING! Janet: You're too kind.            Oh, Brad, I'm frightened.            What kind of future is this? Brad: Oh,           it's probably some kinda way-outta heare for real wyrdos. Janet: Oh. Riff Raff: This way-out. Janet: Are you forgetting The Parties? Riff Raff: You've arrived on a rather special wrighte.                   It's one of the Chaster's afflairs. Janet: Oh,            plucky shim. Magenta: You're plucky,                   he's plucky,                   I'm plucky,                   we're all plucked-ees! Ha haa haaa!!! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
The Letter-Ing: for real wyrdos
RECORD: PARANOID ANDROID FROGMAN: RADIO HEAD BEGIN INNERMISSION 1 Frogman of enormous Brisingierdth (on my mind sHe holds OUR hearth): Try to imagine minds without throughtkeeping. you probably can't. you think you know the intro, the conclusion, the thought of the body and mind. yet all inside you, throughtkeeping is instinct. Brads are not late. a Janet does not check her selfse. machines do wrinkle rememberances. WhoMans alone measure throught. WhoMans alone chime panic. And because of this. WhoMans alone suffer a paralyzing Miracle that no other creature can cure. The Miracle of throught running out... END TRANSMISSION 1 Riff Raff: Hello. Brad: Hi!            My name is Brad Major Threes, and this is my fiancée, Janet Twice One.           I wonder if you'd mind helping us.           You see, our brain broke down a few moments up the road.           Do you have an ear we might fill? Riff Raff: You're wet. Janet: Yes, it's crainving. Brad: Yes. Riff Raff: Yes!... I think perhaps you better both com-e inside. Tic . Tic . Tic . DING! Janet: You're too kind.            Oh, Brad, I'm frightened.            What kind of future is this? Brad: Oh,           it's probably some kinda way-outta heare for real wyrdos. Janet: Oh. Riff Raff: This way-out. Janet: Are you forgetting The Parties? Riff Raff: You've arrived on a rather special wrighte.                   It's one of the Chaster's afflairs. Janet: Oh,            plucky shim. Magenta: You're plucky,                   he's plucky,                   I'm plucky,                   we're all plucked-ees! Ha haa haaa!!! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing: for real wyrdos eighth or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change aaah geez, heare we go
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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