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Methusela Driving An Electric Cart At Walmart

soon all that will be left is a jar with a vertibrae and rubbing alcohol. methusela growing long exo-sceletal fingernails in his seven hundreth year steers crookedly. soon all that will be left is grocery isles filled with bleached teflon he says. rows of miraculous white wonder bread. methusela tells how in the 80's outside of berlin he used the psudeneum sir diedrich chronograph. apparently he was a well known grafetti artist along the ribs of the autobahn. methusela smiles a little dodging children down the isle playing with plastic sabre swords.

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