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Best regards,
~ Slade Krowley
It was Xmas morning and Clo woke up early. He rushed downstairs to see what Santa had left him. He had asked peace on earth and a box of donuts. He ripped open the wrapper and box and inside was a fleshlight model of kitt3n’s cooter! It was HUGE! Clo gave it to his local foodbank. The smell turned all of the other food (even the canned goods) bad. Thousands starved. Xmas was ruined.
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange
THE DAWN IS
YOUR ENEMY!