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I resolve to infuse my dreamy word-poems with insightful commentary on
my slowly receding 'botty beard'. It was heredetory in my ancestral line. Even Father couldn't
decipher it. He plugged in his old ZX81 computer, to help everybody out. 'Who wants a game of Asteroids?'
"no" i said, you see, i was a miserable bugger and preferred the company of prostitutes to real people and spent my time furiously jacking up with copious amounts of
boiled sweets, lubrication and the Argos catalogue (page 327).
He never expected the Argos catalogue to be the one who killed his mother, and, in his anger, he self-coagulated into a gooey paste. And that's how mankind invented the question mark.
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