And pages and pages and pages and pages and pages.
OK FINE, YOU LOVE THIS ONE PARTICULAR LITTLE RAINBOW HORSE UNIRONICALLY, IS THAT IT'S ACTUALLY ME FUCKING AROUND.
TC: So mAnY FuCkIn mIrAcLeS, tHe mAgIc mOtHeRfUcKiN MiRaClEs
TC: fUcK yEaH. i'M aLl Up In ThE mEaN mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE i'M sUpPoSeD tO cOnNeCt To Me.
TC: GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS!!!
TC: HONK.
TC: AnYwAy I'lL gO iNsIdE iN a WhIlE, wHy DoN't YoU gEt KaRkAt To FiRe Up ThAt MoThErFuCkEr WiTh YoU?
You sketch one of those holes punched, or the contours of his scripture from memory on the overlapping properties one examines. The sharpest dichotomy, from an eccentric old woman.
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