“Awful atoll-
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl, bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow.
Toddle and roll;
teethe an impalpable bit of leather,
awkwardly molt along the shore.”
Today I found a roommate quite shooken up in the kitchen. I knew right away what was happening. I looked over and found Ys splayed on the couch, headphones strewn.
The future looks bleak, rations are short, brains are too small.
End Scene,
Dan Tana

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