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Written by Buntz Doom, January 29th, 2009
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Deepened.
Abyss of entrance.
With reverence, gaze unto the corn of ages.
With reverence, reduce yourself to a fine powder.
With social awareness, kill someone who is well-liked in the community.
I entered the abyss.
Faced with the corn of scorn.
I left.
Again, I entered.
I left…
I cannot wait to die.
I entered.
I left.
I often buy groceries late in the evening.
It’s a better way to shop, muchacho.
Oh, deepness is a virtue.
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Author: Andrew Buntine
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