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| Ah, the siren call of nature. The hum of the wings of insects, the sussuration of the avian dance throughout the air, the chittering of the squirrels... | |
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| The howling of a hungry pack of wolves, the screeching of the bats, the rustling of the icy wind rushing through the trees, the electrum crackle of the lightning as it pounds the earth... | |
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| The earth, burdened with a human mass that seethes upon its surface like a cancer, desperate for release and hoping to wet its parched soil with the blood of one of it's human parasites! | |
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| Jesus' hairy nutsack, Matt, it's a Christmas Tree Stand. BUY a clue, would you? | |
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