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Lovely Hate Crimes Spate Trumpeted Violent Trend
Lovely hate crimes spate – trumpeted violent trend (posthumous playful note to posterity kith unsealed courtesy yours truly once deceased and cremated.) Whew...so glad tubby gratefully dead butta shaw miss dug hid ole days when violence highly overrated unlike current rooted locked dread, aye wax poetically nostalgic when Fred Rogers friendly persona already quaintly outdated mutinous armed militia incessant childish popgun lawlessness pranks ran amuck indiscriminately fired magazine round as bullets sped whizzing to and fro, hither and yon slowed then stopped by flesh, while folks nestled abed bloody sheets, yupper reckon shot blew hole head off, no necks time no matter innocent victim led virtuous life kneadlessly, purposelessly, unfairly... stole by bullet size Grinch, hmm possibly just maybe, he felt put off and miss sled by Whoever, thus mad as hatter his said color turned fifty shades of gray mottled with fire engine red now, no matter such innocent chitty chitty bang bang ruses by duplicitous hotheaded hooligans bred, cuz instead every man, woman and child blessed, donned, gifted... with atomic warhead absolutely crazy, but president instead wanted even Steven playing field to win votes, no matter constituents begged and pled naught necessarily in vain since humanity in short shrift cleared off terra firmae, another foreign species immune to radioactive fallout sprung out Taj Mahal fountainhead of atlas shrugged ayn rand dilly read deed planet Earth proof positive Q.E.D drafted fiat whereby high powered weapons packing heated lead plus scattered nuclear bombs melted than repurposed material i.e. former munitions armaments purchased hoof hull legal black market into raw bits moon units instead necessary for android robots to tread carefully, but carry big stick, when encountering dreamy eyed electric sheep.
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