Work and I are booboo. Gold is nude. I rote this part here for you. Girl, you are that purty. Laugh laugh laugh. I was rude because no one saw me as law.
Glue is a bird.
Clamor for your thoughts stop here.
Laugh laugh laugh.
Cloward stopped my mind in about 1986.
Crackhead!
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Hate and the Punk
Fallus
Tastes
Baby
With
Feelings
Of
Pale
Freedom
Disguise
Monarch
Dancing
Apples
Call for
Land
I Quit my acid role.
Quarrying babies for money is a Piss from Top to Man
Issues sorry for money gay is not darkness is.
Fool darkness cold. Pain Shop is Flat
No background at no time can make acceptable boring apes squatting over their tinsel sticks.
Ashes to ashes. I hate bombs. I hate banks. I hate land. I am placing drunkenness in the flames.
Work to be woman anger is cruel.
I am not here to make anyone my friend.
I am not here to make anyone God.
I am not here to be thought of as a Worker.
There is no bourgeoisie in the flame.
Tastes
Baby
With
Feelings
Of
Pale
Freedom
Disguise
Monarch
Dancing
Apples
Call for
Land
I Quit my acid role.
Quarrying babies for money is a Piss from Top to Man
Issues sorry for money gay is not darkness is.
Fool darkness cold. Pain Shop is Flat
No background at no time can make acceptable boring apes squatting over their tinsel sticks.
Ashes to ashes. I hate bombs. I hate banks. I hate land. I am placing drunkenness in the flames.
Work to be woman anger is cruel.
I am not here to make anyone my friend.
I am not here to make anyone God.
I am not here to be thought of as a Worker.
There is no bourgeoisie in the flame.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
January21JournalInPart
January 21st 2015
Life will be moose. Gander thinks
Ways slag: drumming will assail night
A world claws its place fails my thread.
Art inch mama world (Deal
ran plank for weird prisons.)
Flayers witches graphic toss at this
Mold.
Glandular crone switches mets costing
Peel a mick.
Flower glares poorly: sickness blames
Lanes of black clay. Quarrels are about
Worthless ailing blat of no kiss.
Change: queer nancy calls me
You. Peek costs you Wenc.
Draw the naked stars for Tasha:
She bought women to be land peer.
Our stations, statuses, and classes resound
Playfully in the cruel drunkenpaper.
Wenc ache role wills need pleasure:
Density calls me a lace pitch. You love me.
Laugh Place is the work of yes train.
Glass monogram plots the drug you wish for:
Key prole don't leave plow.
*************
Faces Late Dole
Why will ethereal words darken land as a bird drums peace clay?
Cope.
Life will be moose. Gander thinks
Ways slag: drumming will assail night
A world claws its place fails my thread.
Art inch mama world (Deal
ran plank for weird prisons.)
Flayers witches graphic toss at this
Mold.
Glandular crone switches mets costing
Peel a mick.
Flower glares poorly: sickness blames
Lanes of black clay. Quarrels are about
Worthless ailing blat of no kiss.
Change: queer nancy calls me
You. Peek costs you Wenc.
Draw the naked stars for Tasha:
She bought women to be land peer.
Our stations, statuses, and classes resound
Playfully in the cruel drunkenpaper.
Wenc ache role wills need pleasure:
Density calls me a lace pitch. You love me.
Laugh Place is the work of yes train.
Glass monogram plots the drug you wish for:
Key prole don't leave plow.
*************
Faces Late Dole
Why will ethereal words darken land as a bird drums peace clay?
Cope.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
The Grandeur
Oil festering alone with laughter freeing my words like I'm a dry fair, cold with my mind's fake aurora: Clay taste partly closing itself to my mind troubled with walled grain.
The fear of barriered life staples, closed -- why is that testing me?
Closed my mind faring with a word stuffed with slavery's clone.
Moral staffing withers trees. Clown no one is poor with a rain dotting answers. I am what I am.
DeGaulle and Eisenhower, 1970.
Truman 1972.
Johnson -- ?
Rose Garden marriage: Tricia and David.
Watergate, Resignation.
April 30, 1975.
Push and it is yours, Frank.
The fear of barriered life staples, closed -- why is that testing me?
Closed my mind faring with a word stuffed with slavery's clone.
Moral staffing withers trees. Clown no one is poor with a rain dotting answers. I am what I am.
DeGaulle and Eisenhower, 1970.
Truman 1972.
Johnson -- ?
Rose Garden marriage: Tricia and David.
Watergate, Resignation.
April 30, 1975.
Push and it is yours, Frank.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Prune
I
Is Jif
I
Is B
I
Is Lake
Moose works
And I am feces.
Work
Moose
Faces
Moose
Large
Things
I was alive.
Moments belong a murderer's drink.
Sickness is what pain is.
I want freedom to live. Work is pussy drunk on Andrea's words.
Killing money was a stupid word.
Why boost narcotic woman?
I loved her like I am poop.
Sickness is my mind working work is booms of boop.
I like boop.
She boop
Ba boop.
A bop boop.
Queer is boop.
I belong land is work.
Earth is boop.
I work here. Boop is boop.
I like work. Boop is loop.
Love boop is boop.
Orgies work boop.
Boop boop is a word of losers.
Cruel angry tossed drums.
I like words boop.
Good words of boop.
I like words to be a word as word.
Good words don't try to mortgage their work. Work boop.
I like words drunk is boop loop on droop stoop.
Clueless is a word of moose truce goose is a moose. Flashing answers was a sensible loop.
Work is sook.
Drunk boop works dupe loop. A fast mango boo boo. Alive woman works a world of lances.
I dove boop word boop i like word boop is a word dupe is a moop broop. Stupid group is woop.
Is Jif
I
Is B
I
Is Lake
Moose works
And I am feces.
Work
Moose
Faces
Moose
Large
Things
I was alive.
Moments belong a murderer's drink.
Sickness is what pain is.
I want freedom to live. Work is pussy drunk on Andrea's words.
Killing money was a stupid word.
Why boost narcotic woman?
I loved her like I am poop.
Sickness is my mind working work is booms of boop.
I like boop.
She boop
Ba boop.
A bop boop.
Queer is boop.
I belong land is work.
Earth is boop.
I work here. Boop is boop.
I like work. Boop is loop.
Love boop is boop.
Orgies work boop.
Boop boop is a word of losers.
Cruel angry tossed drums.
I like words boop.
Good words of boop.
I like words to be a word as word.
Good words don't try to mortgage their work. Work boop.
I like words drunk is boop loop on droop stoop.
Clueless is a word of moose truce goose is a moose. Flashing answers was a sensible loop.
Work is sook.
Drunk boop works dupe loop. A fast mango boo boo. Alive woman works a world of lances.
I dove boop word boop i like word boop is a word dupe is a moop broop. Stupid group is woop.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
[Con]
I always thought providing the raw materials was a snap.
: Ginsberg's meeting with Pound
Face a roles
Move bores haven to morsha.
Crawl for old base of ways.
(the pay was dreams)
Walk your there-train under men
for dreams of language.
Bowels sink peace with no maize
Face bard nails hand boring lesson is the grain.
Apples and Peaches, Grapes and Bananas, Laughter and Life.
Share sheer plane over monday's law
(the last try for estrogen's maker)
Flowers dwell tribally; roots enmeshed in soil and
microbial diners.
Flowers change word kostly testing (heifer love
beer need in blob).
Pain is a someone drawing plans for God's density
Lines of ranch people quasi-laughter typos
In a moment flowers breathe alaska western
Ways.
Colma, Frasco, Night, Trees, Twinkling ladders
slipped under lakes where my mommy believes
good pants: dream basely of her freedom.
No place is weirder than a nest in a male's tray.
Flanders positively draw immemorial ashes to
flee cold hell and fried change.
Stent is dream, cold is my night. Where
you see me, I am beastly randa.
Clay enjoyment linking hands with freedom.
Play, dream, freer lays sapphire words; [?]
book a ham string cloudy as a slant road to the hell.
Wales
In wales, we traveled the many
paths of rails and free trans'
No one beastly crawls safely to money
without proper blame of days,
lairs, poems, pair twin leave trust
Guys don't bean murons.
Last here is ways: mail life in
an eel troubled stream.
Glass twinning Life is mirroring a
glade where unicorns feed on plastic
flowers (braided with elgin straws).
Leave me be alive and tray fail
hole glowers light through kind
smalling gold.
Play words is ace freedom. Believe planes star
with peace (Families need that layer climbing
to shaven prone lays)
Francesca dwelthere,a woman of freedom has
chairs and a gown past
My flaw (glass praise wilt rails in the
friendly places. Cold Draughts
Weigh).
: Ginsberg's meeting with Pound
Face a roles
Move bores haven to morsha.
Crawl for old base of ways.
(the pay was dreams)
Walk your there-train under men
for dreams of language.
Bowels sink peace with no maize
Face bard nails hand boring lesson is the grain.
Apples and Peaches, Grapes and Bananas, Laughter and Life.
Share sheer plane over monday's law
(the last try for estrogen's maker)
Flowers dwell tribally; roots enmeshed in soil and
microbial diners.
Flowers change word kostly testing (heifer love
beer need in blob).
Pain is a someone drawing plans for God's density
Lines of ranch people quasi-laughter typos
In a moment flowers breathe alaska western
Ways.
Colma, Frasco, Night, Trees, Twinkling ladders
slipped under lakes where my mommy believes
good pants: dream basely of her freedom.
No place is weirder than a nest in a male's tray.
Flanders positively draw immemorial ashes to
flee cold hell and fried change.
Stent is dream, cold is my night. Where
you see me, I am beastly randa.
Clay enjoyment linking hands with freedom.
Play, dream, freer lays sapphire words; [?]
book a ham string cloudy as a slant road to the hell.
Wales
In wales, we traveled the many
paths of rails and free trans'
No one beastly crawls safely to money
without proper blame of days,
lairs, poems, pair twin leave trust
Guys don't bean murons.
Last here is ways: mail life in
an eel troubled stream.
Glass twinning Life is mirroring a
glade where unicorns feed on plastic
flowers (braided with elgin straws).
Leave me be alive and tray fail
hole glowers light through kind
smalling gold.
Play words is ace freedom. Believe planes star
with peace (Families need that layer climbing
to shaven prone lays)
Francesca dwelthere,a woman of freedom has
chairs and a gown past
My flaw (glass praise wilt rails in the
friendly places. Cold Draughts
Weigh).
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Moose
Working bothering, the birds drink from the drugs of my mind. They are loving both of my lives. I have loved drunken drunks and pottering laughter. I have been alive worker drunk on booze. Drunken booze. I don't care about life when there's no drunkenness.
Fuck the dream of my mind that I am boozing working drunk is booze.
Coldness and fraternal bodies are not here. I say I love you. Be loved.
Bones and life go with themselves to the priest of the dream friendly and happy. Coldness bothers me but not much here to go with at all.
I say you are trouble: don't even think about my mind.
I have been you and you loved it.
I was here for nothing.
Gold and pride are the one things bruce his nature a folding nothing cold and sick for the night.
The night surrounds lanes of family and poor boozes. Cold and loving, the strong cause the life of my manhood. Pick work moose. Work moose. I boozed it up cause I wanted drunken babes a friend.
Sorry I was drunk when I was shit. Golden drunk with pain and drunkenness. Safety was a bad thing, all over my drunkenness.
Chaos and bothering my mother feel like drunkenness. Sickness and darkness are another hangover, pa.
Killing drunkenness. is a shit of cold people. I hate bars. Bothering me are lies and sickness. Coldness and darkness are worlds of love when there's no boom.
Clouds overhead strafe me with darkness and cause me to be nothing in the world of family.
Why is it my mind that acts so cruellly its drunken bed?
I can't even think of myself partly here and partly afraid of my mind.
I coevally drunk as a nothing bothering flowers with shots of pussy and nuts of babies.
Do you think I have gone over an edge with this pain?
Do you act badly because I am shit?
I shit on you and I didn't care, because sex and dogs are the same problem. If you love your life, you will love your priest, the angry cruel drunken shithead with no life.
Why am I here?
Why must I find restrain/drunkenness/ cold drunkenness/ hope and love/ God and Sex/ Pain and restoration to bother my mind with a family I have my mind. Pest why here?
Dear Stephen Hawkings,
I love you. You are fuad
land is here. World of boost love is boost, I am a whore. Love is your name.
Psychological name boost your love for the troubles of the Goddess, who is your life bothering you with your pain, darkness and chaos are drunk with my mind. I don't care softly without my life worthless is not peace.
Family got me. But I'm not stupid. I wiill find roses in the life I have.
Golden love to all the flowers of my sharkened laughter.
My teeth are dull, my back is sore.
Pansy darken my height family bothers it, family dries parts of my life with a knife and a laughter for my mother. She darkens troubles. Please Goddess, allow her life to be haven for her peace.
Laughter and money are killing me with shit.
Go to your freedom and be a lover to your man/friend/cold/bird/language.
Sit on your life and happen with it.
Peace to you; I am a hole.
Quarrying the last mother of the drugs which made me believe in washes.
Fools don't work. I don't work.
Why are you here?
I am here.
Positively here.
Cloward and Piven
Sought me as a hater.
Why did I believe in poverty and God?
Sex and the shipmates of the Pope of all Life is dense with the green tests of my maturity. Pa dances with his lover and her life for his dream pocket flame.
Golden drugs, positive hope, nothing parts with my trace.
Fuck the dream of my mind that I am boozing working drunk is booze.
Coldness and fraternal bodies are not here. I say I love you. Be loved.
Bones and life go with themselves to the priest of the dream friendly and happy. Coldness bothers me but not much here to go with at all.
I say you are trouble: don't even think about my mind.
I have been you and you loved it.
I was here for nothing.
Gold and pride are the one things bruce his nature a folding nothing cold and sick for the night.
The night surrounds lanes of family and poor boozes. Cold and loving, the strong cause the life of my manhood. Pick work moose. Work moose. I boozed it up cause I wanted drunken babes a friend.
Sorry I was drunk when I was shit. Golden drunk with pain and drunkenness. Safety was a bad thing, all over my drunkenness.
Chaos and bothering my mother feel like drunkenness. Sickness and darkness are another hangover, pa.
Killing drunkenness. is a shit of cold people. I hate bars. Bothering me are lies and sickness. Coldness and darkness are worlds of love when there's no boom.
Clouds overhead strafe me with darkness and cause me to be nothing in the world of family.
Why is it my mind that acts so cruellly its drunken bed?
I can't even think of myself partly here and partly afraid of my mind.
I coevally drunk as a nothing bothering flowers with shots of pussy and nuts of babies.
Do you think I have gone over an edge with this pain?
Do you act badly because I am shit?
I shit on you and I didn't care, because sex and dogs are the same problem. If you love your life, you will love your priest, the angry cruel drunken shithead with no life.
Why am I here?
Why must I find restrain/drunkenness/ cold drunkenness/ hope and love/ God and Sex/ Pain and restoration to bother my mind with a family I have my mind. Pest why here?
Dear Stephen Hawkings,
I love you. You are fuad
land is here. World of boost love is boost, I am a whore. Love is your name.
Psychological name boost your love for the troubles of the Goddess, who is your life bothering you with your pain, darkness and chaos are drunk with my mind. I don't care softly without my life worthless is not peace.
Family got me. But I'm not stupid. I wiill find roses in the life I have.
Golden love to all the flowers of my sharkened laughter.
My teeth are dull, my back is sore.
Pansy darken my height family bothers it, family dries parts of my life with a knife and a laughter for my mother. She darkens troubles. Please Goddess, allow her life to be haven for her peace.
Laughter and money are killing me with shit.
Go to your freedom and be a lover to your man/friend/cold/bird/language.
Sit on your life and happen with it.
Peace to you; I am a hole.
Quarrying the last mother of the drugs which made me believe in washes.
Fools don't work. I don't work.
Why are you here?
I am here.
Positively here.
Cloward and Piven
Sought me as a hater.
Why did I believe in poverty and God?
Sex and the shipmates of the Pope of all Life is dense with the green tests of my maturity. Pa dances with his lover and her life for his dream pocket flame.
Golden drugs, positive hope, nothing parts with my trace.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Stupid
Be Bu
Be Bu
Noight Doight
A Bore Bubboo
I Cloud BaBa
No Sun Shaft Borrowed Darl
Moor
Quit Being Stupid, Bird. Guilt is Nerd.
I feel Word Dark Word Here is Word : Urgo BoBo I fought More Drew Soft Galosh.
No one Poor is Bore. I Poor Baloney Or No Dar Ba.
Cassino Montague HaFa MaNa.
Glowering, the Stars I have Naime. Puto is BuBu. Work, Lulu.
Khoisan Narma Banana. Weird Bird Crone Stars in Bird Why Bother a Nerd. Curd.
Kinshasa Word is my Fried Murker Loial Darkness BuBu conned me with Naught but BuBu.
Clearly Dreams stop BuBu: Art Grates the National Falamity: Queer Goes Tops Washed Out.
Gay Life Moose is Moose Coldness Boosted Boost. I bolled dream of my Mom is BuBu.
Liars stop Manassas with bothering lands. Stop Here. People creepy. I work by my Mama puso
Work here is a nono. Crone is popo.
Around Mama Gold is priestly shaping croak.
I no what is bubu: Queer Moose works I have love: Wise Baba. Need a pair of mommies for my
Land of Bruce Stooping with his bird dark farness is boring. Caused here darkness stopping a Moment.
A star I realize she did me to be topped another way.
Glowing here, Sartre trashes Money for his dreams treated here with words Dot.
I Glow passionately for the pain caused by loose arcing wear is your Nike?
Creeping I saw a Ferris Star in Piraeus no mon.
The glow from Jamaica Boulevard sees my money partly birdy queer is work hoho. Money sharks.
I go away today here I was here.
Drag my money is teaching clowns I work as nut for a bird, a Queer Nuttaller, flapping cheeks here why I am topping My Mom pandering is sick.
I work here I am working. I am bored with this person dirty and nothingness is nude possibly far away.
Glow Bo, You Believe God is Your Life.
Cranberry Trot-ting walks here my Mom I love, bothering Baba is narcotic shirt with a floured dumb perkins.
Marlin Parkings.
Clowvenly Dreaming.
Sharking Plowing Poem.
PooPoo is a shamed to be no one.
I have love I have Love. Why? I am here. Possibly I am a Moose. Bobo
Clowvenly dreams birds are needed. Believe in words possibly family buys me bird word: Quick stop here. The bus got me in my dreams.
Show Low, Got it?
Why Bother Dangerous People?
I am here. Darkness Sartre tingles pleasing his work. Wow. A body seems to lie under my frame: another stack of computer diskettes seize my phlower with ecstatic cranes. Plow me!
Jaunty Destiny (whispered): Naked foul brain must release soft pussy for money as slave of its own punk.
Shit, no one makes trouble like me, a drunken top in the crimes of my Maisie, who is thought queer.
Beneath I am Jamie trusting in a friend to go to the darkness softly: Why give money to hate?
Fie K Rngo. Worlds shit like a whore no one loves in her troubled nature. Jamie borrowed her mind to be sane. I made love for my Mother's entrancing clown: Guare John momentary.
Home I love you.
Dang, I am a bird. Caught in the facts of my mango testing flowers for brains shtesta clower Quirk.
Stink of money Dar Es Salaam. Shocking is my man: Tree a flower for my Maisie, dog of word.
Safire. Moorecock. Drama. Land. Shaving. Bothers. Changing.
When I talk, my Mother dries the drama with nerd. Class is in the flower, poor with taju markings.
Plow. Moose. And now De poors her night fame is her land.
I give you shining clouds for your .
I show my Mothe r Dear is Loose. Testing commas. The hairy one fails me. Wow feel and lake a friend in a tremendous Fake.
Yours Cluely
Staph Infection.
Blame mascer wial.
Troll no one knows.
I was alive when I was waiting Tasca plue.
Drug many is a randestun qwowk
Lord of Noise, Flask is your Moyl flaming?
Jesus famous word target your life it is love as a way to be mere dream of another thayer.
Admiral: Your ship makes me Quail.
Randy my Mama. Dildoes. Tossing. Charges. To. The. Braces of my a family dreamed safety got it here.
Family dreamed pope is a whore for its nothingness: Castle Sant'Angelo. Bomb my thoughts. I am stupid with a rare narcotic flame.
Chick was here. Bobo is life to another tramp.
Sylvia Rivera tells me this is shit: Make a friend, not my mess.
Teach clowns for their bear.
Be Bu
Noight Doight
A Bore Bubboo
I Cloud BaBa
No Sun Shaft Borrowed Darl
Moor
Quit Being Stupid, Bird. Guilt is Nerd.
I feel Word Dark Word Here is Word : Urgo BoBo I fought More Drew Soft Galosh.
No one Poor is Bore. I Poor Baloney Or No Dar Ba.
Cassino Montague HaFa MaNa.
Glowering, the Stars I have Naime. Puto is BuBu. Work, Lulu.
Khoisan Narma Banana. Weird Bird Crone Stars in Bird Why Bother a Nerd. Curd.
Kinshasa Word is my Fried Murker Loial Darkness BuBu conned me with Naught but BuBu.
Clearly Dreams stop BuBu: Art Grates the National Falamity: Queer Goes Tops Washed Out.
Gay Life Moose is Moose Coldness Boosted Boost. I bolled dream of my Mom is BuBu.
Liars stop Manassas with bothering lands. Stop Here. People creepy. I work by my Mama puso
Work here is a nono. Crone is popo.
Around Mama Gold is priestly shaping croak.
I no what is bubu: Queer Moose works I have love: Wise Baba. Need a pair of mommies for my
Land of Bruce Stooping with his bird dark farness is boring. Caused here darkness stopping a Moment.
A star I realize she did me to be topped another way.
Glowing here, Sartre trashes Money for his dreams treated here with words Dot.
I Glow passionately for the pain caused by loose arcing wear is your Nike?
Creeping I saw a Ferris Star in Piraeus no mon.
The glow from Jamaica Boulevard sees my money partly birdy queer is work hoho. Money sharks.
I go away today here I was here.
Drag my money is teaching clowns I work as nut for a bird, a Queer Nuttaller, flapping cheeks here why I am topping My Mom pandering is sick.
I work here I am working. I am bored with this person dirty and nothingness is nude possibly far away.
Glow Bo, You Believe God is Your Life.
Cranberry Trot-ting walks here my Mom I love, bothering Baba is narcotic shirt with a floured dumb perkins.
Marlin Parkings.
Clowvenly Dreaming.
Sharking Plowing Poem.
PooPoo is a shamed to be no one.
I have love I have Love. Why? I am here. Possibly I am a Moose. Bobo
Clowvenly dreams birds are needed. Believe in words possibly family buys me bird word: Quick stop here. The bus got me in my dreams.
Show Low, Got it?
Why Bother Dangerous People?
I am here. Darkness Sartre tingles pleasing his work. Wow. A body seems to lie under my frame: another stack of computer diskettes seize my phlower with ecstatic cranes. Plow me!
Jaunty Destiny (whispered): Naked foul brain must release soft pussy for money as slave of its own punk.
Shit, no one makes trouble like me, a drunken top in the crimes of my Maisie, who is thought queer.
Beneath I am Jamie trusting in a friend to go to the darkness softly: Why give money to hate?
Fie K Rngo. Worlds shit like a whore no one loves in her troubled nature. Jamie borrowed her mind to be sane. I made love for my Mother's entrancing clown: Guare John momentary.
Home I love you.
Dang, I am a bird. Caught in the facts of my mango testing flowers for brains shtesta clower Quirk.
Stink of money Dar Es Salaam. Shocking is my man: Tree a flower for my Maisie, dog of word.
Safire. Moorecock. Drama. Land. Shaving. Bothers. Changing.
When I talk, my Mother dries the drama with nerd. Class is in the flower, poor with taju markings.
Plow. Moose. And now De poors her night fame is her land.
I give you shining clouds for your .
I show my Mothe r Dear is Loose. Testing commas. The hairy one fails me. Wow feel and lake a friend in a tremendous Fake.
Yours Cluely
Staph Infection.
Blame mascer wial.
Troll no one knows.
I was alive when I was waiting Tasca plue.
Drug many is a randestun qwowk
Lord of Noise, Flask is your Moyl flaming?
Jesus famous word target your life it is love as a way to be mere dream of another thayer.
Admiral: Your ship makes me Quail.
Randy my Mama. Dildoes. Tossing. Charges. To. The. Braces of my a family dreamed safety got it here.
Family dreamed pope is a whore for its nothingness: Castle Sant'Angelo. Bomb my thoughts. I am stupid with a rare narcotic flame.
Chick was here. Bobo is life to another tramp.
Sylvia Rivera tells me this is shit: Make a friend, not my mess.
Teach clowns for their bear.
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