I refuse everything except the green cake the exceptional star nosed mole reading seismic waves traveling through the earth’s layers help help I am a subterranean princess a tiara brat of the widest stripe a parody of every child movie rolled out on garage doors during the plague I am named Zip and Zap I am sugar mascot tiny gunpowder I am fur and mite help help panic has brought me low tonight panic has stolen my bristle tongue softened my edges to
well how can i help but love that?? geeze. the glory has rolled to the west. in one long white stream.
Were it only true that pickles helped. Maybe.
I’d like a jar of those magic pickles, please.
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