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ty writes nice things like that one for otto. sometimes i try to bite his moves but when the throw down happens, i'm always on the bottom of the pile with my dick in the dust and then some 3penny opera dude with an orange beanie kicks my legs and calls me a biter. paragraph break. i never get sick but holy crap something is at war inside my skull cavity right now. the back of the battle ends at the bottom of my throat where my neck attaches to my body. innard things are fighting of advancing infantries and arrow attacked and my dudes are scared to fight in the shade three hundred reference. i feel like sleep would be best to win the war but my employer frowns on this have i ever told you that if my 'list' on tivo gets too full i feel anxiety? this is what my life has come to, feeling anxious because i have not 'caught up on' my television shows. america is a fat guy with a unibrow eating a twinkie in a christmas sweater. i am ashamed. i came her specifically to say something that now eludes me. forgive.