CLOAK/1.114iHigh-protein drinks, look at this thing, marketed to a nation that knows it needs protein, and as far as it knows can never get enough protein—that thinks, That's why we're carnivores. A failure in the educational system, and the hucksters move in—a global catastrophe. |
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Is it true that Cloak is a bezoar, pestled from the cow belly pearls discovered at slaughter?
What is the role of McDonalds in the investment scheme? |
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Am I to gather from your having embarked upon this subject that you've got a ticket to a little destination called Blame Me? Because if so you're on the wrong train. Musical burrows, the last one left aboveground plays the fool, everyone else is face-down in the nearest excuse to take cover. Look at this little pill that works for everything—all moods improve, as if they were all the same—but maybe they are nowadays. |
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This barren impenetrable thorn world of self-exculpation and blame elsewhere-casting, this bloody shreds striptease and flinging of thin shrieky phrases— this used to be chagrin. |
So what do we need, more confession? More art about boo hoo poor me? Right. My prediction, we'll be disgesting what's already out there for the next fifty years and in the end someone proves it was all a disease.
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