the new leisure reeks of conspiracy. the personality has been taken from my work. ive become the king on my street because the concept does not work. more leisure for more work. an inalienability of ideas. i built a pipebomb in my spare time and it fits right in your mailbox. its laced with lipstick and perfume, and truth be told its my greatest work. seal it with a kiss.
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