a company mint is accompaniment to the think tank man on the spit shine dime of the bailed out line of some deadweight freight. the new scam is old hat but the old boots are worn true.
where is that hat i'm going out darling
here i am again sharp as ever, popped up at the river of the mouth in the gagging beachhead, caked to kill in krill powder but creased cold by centuries of centurion signatories.
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