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complementing thrice just won’t suffice

it’s not as nice as vincent price

whose noise of voice ran

short of torte and south of port

Lay my thoughts where I lie, but don’t let me die. I’ll just gyre and gimble in the wabe. Don me my boots, I’m much to flay’d

to do it myself

mind you, the fuck-up-boots

i’ll need them soon