The blender speed is set to dice. The ice is melting. You don’t have a car, but if you did, static sunbeam gospel chunklets would marinate out the dash. What a gift it is to scrape out a stone and see the little crucifixes. Not to mention all the slapback transference and good good lung bops, time lapse junky that you are. And now, since the sink is full of lukewarm water, toss a pot in and crack a window. The smoke is filling up. Take heed. That nightmare can wait until bedtime. Matter of fact, clean your nails with an ax. Pare carefully.
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