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| - Take another hand, well done old man! Take another hint, Bob Dylan! Well, why can't we cross this field? I'll be sore for another. The war against concrete continues! What a motif! (speell?) Take another hand, well done old man! I shall hunt you by placing a cardboard cutout outside your door and sitting on your roof until you die. My success. I shall follow this creature until it falls (asleep), then I will wake it up and laugh in its face. IT won't know what it means, but I shall triumph none the less. Cookies! Baked cookies, she said! BURNT cookies! Oh lord! My success. I'll be sore for anteater.
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| - Take another hand, well done old man! Take another hint, Bob Dylan! Well, why can't we cross this field? I'll be sore for another. The war against concrete continues! What a motif! (speell?) Take another hand, well done old man! I shall hunt you by placing a cardboard cutout outside your door and sitting on your roof until you die. My success. I shall follow this creature until it falls (asleep), then I will wake it up and laugh in its face. IT won't know what it means, but I shall triumph none the less. Cookies! Baked cookies, she said! BURNT cookies! Oh lord! I'll miss it all! I threw it away! I threw it away! I shall hunt you by placing a cardboard cutout of (?) outside my door and hoping you will come to replace it. Until I die. My success. I'll be sore for anteater. What a motif! Don't be sore, old man! Alas, so wonderful, and yet...PAIN! Take another hand, well done old man! Remix number one: replace cookies with concrete (taken prisoner during war). Remix number two: listen to music you don't like. Remix number three: Build a mountain in a road to watch people crash into. It'll make you feel better. Remix number three: Cry. Remix number three: Replace a carbboard cuttout with a cookie cutter. Throw it away. See what I'm driving at now, old man? Cookies, she said! I can't afford this! It would be too wonderful! See what I'm driving at now, old man? Remix number four: Why can't we cross this field? WHY CAN'T W E CROSS THIs FIELD? I shall hunt you by screaming until you
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