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i cant eat i couldnt possibly eat dont give me the food i will eat it up give me the food i will not eat it look at the squirrel eating acorns from my head i think i have a headache i will eat the squirrel to regain my body water see the parquet see the railings see the freeform dessert and the nosejob funk shot bags upon bangs upon bangs yes i said yes helena is a nineteenth century post-modernist who will not eat leaves for breakfast because her shoes are to the tunes of mozart. i call this diplomacy.