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[lisped]

NELL THINKTH YOU'RE ALL THTUPID.

AND NELL GOT LOTHT AGAIN BUT NELL WATH LOOKING FOR MOMO AND NELL DOETHN'T KNOW WHERE THE ITH BETHUATHE THE WATHN'T WHERE THE WATH LATHT AND THE WATHN'T WITH KUTHAJITHI AND NOW NELL ITH REALLY REALLY LOTHT.

NELL HATETH YOU ALL.

NOW TELL NELL WHERE MOMO ITH OR ELTHE.

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[stancoleman]

Don't know, don't care.

[lisped]

THEN DON'T TALK TO NELL THTUPID

[stancoleman]

Here I wrote you a poem.

A sound waves broken
Shattered in despair
Scattered notes lay open
In the suffocating air.

The hiss of the snake silenced
Replaced by the bite of tongue
The speech of the serpent silenced
Crushed by the foot of the rogue.

[lisped]

...Nell doethn't get it.

[stancoleman]

Poetry is a language not completely understood.