If you’re getting fed, there really isn’t much to say, just passing inquiries, a keyboard, buttons being pressed, a poet singing the song of the heavens, strings pull, and it makes such a lovely sound, what a wonderful instrument, up her skirt, I fear this sounds too profound, in the basement, lurking in the shadows, mermaids stir, and beckon you into the abyss, red string and blue string, green means go, hello, this is customer service, please hold, be right back, smoking weed and cigarettes, fifteen minutes, she barely got started, but I came and went, god forbid, am I working…

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