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Yes, by God, here's another one. Rock root punch left in bloody piles of nutmeg dirt circus. Fuck the bleat. Fuck the beat. Fuck the entire fucking fleet. A return to the magnificence of spell-over-form. An end to spiel-necessity. Destructive formatting vanishes in a pfff of steam. Welcome to one future. For information on NNCK consult your local oracle.
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