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              RANDY SAVAGE AND INGMAR BERGMAN HAVE PROCLAIMED
               "LIMITATIONS MAKE BRILLIANCE!!! OHHH YHEA!!!"

	On those DARK, nice, EVIL, beautiful, SWEET nights, I can't help
 but think to myself that I'm thinking to myself about my thoughts and
 those thoughts are completely thought-related and intensely thoughtful in
 regards to the thoughts themselves, and not the thoughts in some
 abstract, irrelevant context.
	You can talk to me, but I can't talk to you.  I'm talking to
 myself.  You're talking to yourself.  You're reading an arrangement of 98
 possible ascii characters and holy shit, does it feel good!  It feels
 good for me and it feels good for you.
   READ IT OUT LOUD        BECAUSE YOU CAN'T                 GET THE VOICE
       OUT OUT OUT OF        YOUR HEAD, IT'S TOO       SMALL ENOUGH TO FIT
        YOUR VOICE BOX        SMASHED AND BREAKABLE       A PROSTATE GLAND
             CALLS OUT TO ME SOMETIMES          THAT COULD SKIN A CAT
                                  I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
        get a looooooooooooooooooooooooong 
              tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuube
          and stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick
     it up my butttttttttttttttttttttttttt   (HeHeHe!)
        so that i can really, truly, really, truly, really truly,
                            really, truly, really, truly, really, truly,
                                 really, truly, really, truly, really,
                                               fart.   (Hehehe!)
 	this is not a cry for help, it's a cry for tears.  tears of paper
 that cut my fingers, paper-thin, ripped, torn, wet, and
                                                        if you ever think
                                                      about the potential 
                                              emotional range of a person
                                                   and stop acting within
                                               the range of a small child
                                                        you would realize

                                                       who fucking cares?

        the            bullets              have             failed
        ifs              there             ain't                 no
        hit                 is              this              clear

                          i've made a model for you.
                             this ain't one way.
                     i used to write ascii that insulted.
                                  it ain't
                                    rage
                                  i ain't a
                                    sage
                                 i've got to
                                    stop
                                  using the
                                    word
                                  ain't so
                                    much

                     over-expression means repression
                     over-statement means
                                   you're untalented.
                     i don't want to bring the noise.                 /
        /
            my dark dark dark dark consuming sadness and badness and   /
    /          darkity dark dark gloom desires that the real life
               MISE EN SCENE of my drab blab existence could
     /                          possibly manifest itself and rain       /
        /    /         /                                     rain down
                  /              /       /                              /
       /                  /                    /    /             /
                /                    /                  /               /
          /          /          /         /         /       /       / 
 /           /         /             /        /         /        /
       /          /          /           /       /         /        /
   /       /         /           /           /       /       (brrr!!)
             /             /           /         /       /         / 
       /          /              /          /        /        /       /
   /        /         /    HOW PITEOUS THY PLIGHT           /       /
       /         /           /         /        /      /        /  
          /           /           /                /                 /
  /             /         /               /                 /
         /            /          /              /      /          /
  /            /            /              /                  /
                                                                     /
       /           I WANT TO ADVANCE         IT'D BE NICE TO    /
                   TO THE NEXT LEVEL         KNOW THAT THERE
                   AHHH IF ONLY LIFE         WERE REWARDS IN 
                   WERE A VIDEO GAME         CLIMBING UP THE
                   WITH ALL THOSE SUPER COOL LEVELS FOR LIFE
                   BUT IT AIN'T LIKE WE LIKE AND THE BOSS AT      okay.
                   THAT NOW IS IT???         THE END OF THIS
                   IT AIN'T LIKE TOO         GAME IS A MAJOR
                   MUCH I GUESS, HUH         PAIN IN THE ASS

                   IF THERE WAS ONE MESSAGE I COULD DISPENSE
                   UNTO ALL OF YOU, IT WOULD PROBABLY BE ONE
                                THAT'S AT LEAST A
                                BIT FRIENDLIER OR               well, hi!
                                AT LEAST SOMEWHAT
                                INTERACTIVE, BLAH
                   THIS ACT OF PUTTING IN THESE HERE LETTERS
                   IN TO FIT THESE HERE SPACE SURE IS STUPID

	welcome to hi.  i am saying hello.  i am your special friend.
        welcome to hi.  you are my greeting.  i am your greeting.
        welcome to my creamy interior.  i am your donut.  greetings!
        welcome to hello!  i am greeting you!  this is your life!
        welcome to the limitations of the human mind!  i am your greeting!

                                   fuck you!!
                                i just farted!!
                                    (HeHeHe!)
                            please shit in my mouth!!             

                                       no.
                                   i'm sorry.
                       i've apologized one too many times.
                                       hi.

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