I. Work is a harsh mistress. Harsher than hashish! And Nessie has a whole list of unmet needs, right down to her precambrian bones. Like a viking who has nothing to battle, my mind is with the heathen islanders (It feels like 1,ooo yrs since we last flensed our arrows under the cherry moon.) Tell me of the two-headed snakes, papa - I feel all Wasteland inside.[The text block above is comprised entirely of bits of dialogue randomly selected from text messages sent and received from my phone over the past 2 months.)
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