disinfect me a postcard issue me a missive I can’t reach you on this line and I have no means of transportation venomous snipers nest in my shoes but I have other shoes and sometimes I walk and sometimes I crawl and sometimes I don’t do anything at all I’m not elastic enough for a life in limbo treading water dreading time I’m cutting out for an alternative reality where I’m the emperor of dystopia the last living giant on a planet filled with pygmies our world is dying now please help us knit a new one before we run out of wool
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