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Thinking about Gabbard in general, my animal instinct is to flatten my ears against my head, roll my eyes up till the whites show, bare my teeth, and trill like a cicada stuck in a Commodore 64.

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Started by the dreadful hours, March 21, 2011, 01:43:12 PM

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the dreadful hours

March 21, 2011, 01:43:12 PM
the death of the day
bringing mercy
and a gift
to be opened later

night dawns
sleep comes
unconscious joy
woe removed

the evening hours wane
evaporating into nothing
and the box opens
and gifts the gift of tomorrow

and the fucker didn't include the receipt

LMNO

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March 21, 2011, 01:50:19 PM
I've been feeling that way a lot, recently.
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