Maaaaan I'm the anti-pork, advancing more from mouth to fork than Capricorn and a thousand orcs. Two-step dancing in Cancer's court. Rude boy doob-step, carnivore, forceps and a noose tie, eatin' ya mind with tweezers before you can wheeze a lie, THAT'S the prefrontal cortex. See, it's the brunt of the vortex, crack ya skull against the porch steps, now who's famous? Anguish, the crowd ooh's. Intangible, the sound of booze- wrapping anvils in bubble wrap then ya wake up in rubble traps, courtesy of Barney R and Hubble's Lens Cap. Carpe ampersand- then snap.
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