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As cavemen with half-yard sticks smudging soot on open rock they hunch over carcasses of donut boxes (the wax paper skin folded, use all parts of the animal) and grunt in chorus. stocks are down this quarter, (anger of the Gods) sacrifice to the sun, perform the ancient gymnastic of rain dancing while kissing up let the blood ink river run smooth and whole pray our intake outgrows our categorized expenses let there be profit (the vesper smoke stings with the haunting of paygrades and budget cuts)
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Corporate Primitive
As cavemen with half-yard sticks smudging soot on open rock they hunch over carcasses of donut boxes (the wax paper skin folded, use all parts of the animal) and grunt in chorus. stocks are down this quarter, (anger of the Gods) sacrifice to the sun, perform the ancient gymnastic of rain dancing while kissing up let the blood ink river run smooth and whole pray our intake outgrows our categorized expenses let there be profit (the vesper smoke stings with the haunting of paygrades and budget cuts)
glen-brunson
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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