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Dunno guys . . . mental mastur . . well . . you're chasin' mirages.
You keep feedin' on what the word-hacks're spewin' n' you're gonna be takin' the short bus n' weavin' baskets with a little trail'a drool at the corner of yer mouth. I mean . . we'll all come'n visit, but really now.
Be well.
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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