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|\ | `\|\  | the rantings and ravings
|/ |(_|| | * of a depraved lunatic

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2023-02-05

	2023 already?

if i were a dog i would like to eat dog food
food,if i were,would i?eat dog to like a dog
food,if dog were,would dog? eat like i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
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       To be honest, I don't think I would survive a     |    /  \  |
       day in Hell. It seems too hot. I was born and     | |\  /\ \  |
       sorta raised in Maine so I'm used to the cold     | | \ \ \ \ |
        - the kind of cold for which others make you      \ \| ||_|| |
       pay an arm, leg, and the tips of your ears!!!     _\ \ \ \_/ /
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	I know this is word salad I just like it when the line endings match
up.

> The only safe thing to do was put bands in your top eight so there was no
> drama.

> But I liked the drama.

	Enveloped in flame Lex, for a brief moment, remembered playing video
games when he was a kid. He sat on the floor in front of the television holding
a game controller - affected - and played a garbled mix of polygons and pixels.
The room caught and the television was on fire. He was on fire. The TV stand,
the game console, the couch behind him, the cat. The TV went out and he was
left holding a controller that wasn't quite right and melting onto his hands.
His clothes were covered in flame. He threw the controller on the ground out of
disappointment and opened his mouth to speak and crumpled into ashes, and
remembered nothing more, ever.

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