"The six-fingered dawn
creeping slowly over the hills and....foothills of one's cerebellum,
bleeds profusely for the LOSS of all that one desires.
These places within, and........without......
Places..................we're afraid to cry about
yet , GLADLY.............................call home.
Like E.T.
Still though, the ship.........COURSES on through the..........bl...BLOODRED three-fingered.......WATERS.
Headed homeward.
.........Like a tired sailor.
Headed Homeward.
Homeward.
Towards LOVE?"
Thanks for being the best sister ever. I love you enough to break my own finger.
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Oh, think twice! It's just another day for you and me in paradise...!
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Trish, it's been a pleasure not hating you all these years. And now, for your enjoyment, I present an old-time JCM reference:
"I will sample your sacrifice. Oh! God of grease!"
"Bored, Russ? Late shift gettin' to ya?"
"Hey, you'd be talking to styrofoam too if you worked here long enough."
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