clap clap outa here

hello little stranger. take a bite of my mind and watch me as i get smaller and smaller until i finally fade into a thing of the past. like a distant, 'oh yeah i remember...', memory. its going to happen, happen sometime, maybe this time i'll win.

ha. nope. win. i never do that. never ever ever. bite me.

count them, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, on and on and on and on.....all big cherrios looking right into my eyes.

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