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"You ARE my sunshine; I love thee o baby more than the Sun, and the Moon, and the Stars. You are my fixation, I think of nothing else, my Love, my All. And there is NOTHING in this world I Love more than you, except caviar, sushi, and eel." It's time for your meds "Ha, ha!" you sick fuck an enema too I'm thinking. Doctor the chart. Your own family won't visit you, what does that say? I smell oranges... Boris Volga, wispy old fragile, grey, sank down low, drugged fuzzy and warm, and forgetful, and old and vomited a great hot heaping bushel of caviar, sushi, and eel, and dreamed. Some crappy old shit, I expect. Black and white newsreel shit, forgot upon awakening. Flappers and shit. Who remembers their dreams? Probably was some fish in there.

Date Written: March 27, 2006
Author: Master Bates
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03/27/2006 Dylan Danko: Ah. The final nail?
03/27/2006 TheBuyer: Ya, maybe. Good "knowing" you Dylan Danko!
03/27/2006 Mr. Pony: I'm willing to bet that there are many, many nails to come!