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The ghost of HST shot in through my crown chakra before I could get the duct tape over it. The progression, here, has been: [1] eyeprints land on post; [2] head wants to explode; [3] urge to get the duct tape to wrap tightly around my forehead; and [4] in the middle of scrambling for the tape and thinking this better be a helmet instead of just a headband — pfsht — bam — he shot in from in/outer space.
Beware.
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MORON MOUTHING NEWSPEAK... which amounts to proof positive this is a manmade drought, no? Yes.
always and any time....
