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I'D SEND YOU MY NEW BOOK, BUT YOU'RE, LIKE, ALMOST DEAD ALREADY. YOUR OPINIONS ARE ALREADY ROTTING.











I DON'T COMPOSE FOR THE LIVING, SINCE THEY WON'T BE ALIVE FOR LONG. I DON'T EVEN WRITE FOR THE UNBORN, SINCE THEY WON'T BE AROUND FOR THAT LONG, ANYWAY.











YES, THE AU COURANT LINGO OF THIS POST EVERYTHING POEM WILL BECOME ARCHAIC DURING THE SECONDS TAKEN TO READ IT.











ON YOUR TONGUE, A GRAVEYARD. HAS ANYONE SEEN MY HO HOS HOSTESS?