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A Goddamn Red
where we're going we don't need roads or eyes or consciousness or the single atomized thought built upon its neighbors in a heave-ho pushpull of context that we all breathe into the gills of our minds like fish
GENUINE CAT HERDER
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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