all those bubbles rise up from the bottom of a bottle like rocket-ships heading towards the moon- o, denial!- there is octopus ink in the middle of a spoon; your pink needs will be satisfied as soon as you let me inside your room. let me into your room. i can spell doom and i know what it means, so keep me underneath the veins of this galaxy. please. please don't let me become higher than the moon licking saturn's rings and eating dark ink from the middle of a spoon; puking into a sink despite the dirty dishes stacked to the max therein.
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there is something distinctly 'funny' about a physics professor falling down the stairs.
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