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2023-02-10

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	When I was a very wee lass I was a very angry wee lass and spent my
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an honourable pastime nor did it result in any fruits. Facebook wasn't it,
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because I had 4chan.org/b tattooed on the back of my skull from creation, then
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4chan.
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president was a petri dish in the eyes of some and a powder keg to others.
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productive programming discussions and stuff, I didn't care about productivity,
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nobody ever browsed mine and I never cared about anyone else's. So at cutie pie
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and troll I made some funny jokes that got a lot of replies, and kept riffing,
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Anonym had a rainbow so by the time I got back to checking that out again it
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massive pizzagate-adjacent conspiracy theory. And when they took it to hachi I
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firing squad. I made the first couple posts, no more.
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referenced the joke I had made at that point a couple years prior. I realized
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myself on the news every once in a while didn't cement it, didn't feel real.
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Cardiotomy.
Take my glasses off.
Take the scrunchie out of my hair.
Take my hat off and
unzip my jacket.
Tell me you don't care.

Now kiss my bruised knuckle
and brush my fingers with your lips
and now extend my fingers
and take the pliers from your hip

and slide my fingernail out
from its flesh holding cell. Gently
make an incision
and rip my bones out of their shell.

Peel the seam up my wrist
and watch my life flow out of me.
Drill a hole into my heart.

Dear [...]:
	The tomatoes are shit. I really tried my hardest to slice them and make
them nice, but I'm not good at this and I don't know what I'm doing, so they
came out like shit. I'm sorry.
	The pickles kick ass. I'm happy with them. But they took too long.
	The lettuce is fine.
                                                                   From Trinity

I just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. Dear automobile:
	Why dost thou haunt my weary soul?
	Roaring in your monoxide noise
	letting our your groans.
		Dear autombile:
			I'm left walking in your wake.
			Why don't you run me over
			so I don't have to come to work today?
				Dear automobile:
					Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
					Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
					Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
						Dear automobile:
							RUN ME THE FUCK OVER P
							LEASE FOR THE LOVE OF
							GOD JUST DO IT!!!!!!!

	It's a torture party and everyone's participating!

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