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Allow me to convey myself appropriately at this exact cross-section of Time and Space: I am putting on my Rape Face and exploring a region of the soul I often retreat to but have never...explored. This Rape Face sucks just a little bit when you're 35. Ahem, excuse me. I woke up buzzing and flailing in my own rotten smegma. My legs are sparsely coated in irritating hairs like a tarantula. They tickle you and then a rash forms in a quarter of an hour. You can thank me later, Bob. You can thank me later, Bob!
A new paragraph. A different Rape Face. It ends just as it began, with a preview of thoughts past. A dystopian chocolate sundae with tenement whipped cream and cracked dome peanuts. You have been used.
A new paragraph. A different Rape Face. It ends just as it began, with a preview of thoughts past. A dystopian chocolate sundae with tenement whipped cream and cracked dome peanuts. You have been used.