bye bye, baby! fly high and far away, into the future where maybe I'll see you, maybe in another realm of insanity and anonymity. maybe we'll just be blades of grass blowing in the wind by then, or maybe we'll land fairly squarely back on our flat field when I can see you again. grow wings, anonangel, and if you come back, tell me a tale that will be the envy of all men's ears.
Stomach that, Liver; die -- I jest!! try it in-testing; but keep an empty paper bag for that tan body -- we all got plane rides to catch.
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