God made a fool of the devil today. i pushed an apple over the edge..it landed on the head of a bricklayer. a salted tooth, a gift from Zeus the heavens opened and we ran for cover. Jane and I we took you to the meadow we smoked some good shite and rode our cycles 'till dawn. the Frenchman picked his snout whilst whistling a tune we didn't recognize. Sheila is a wolf now
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