Ben burn it up, eat it with a spoon and let it etch the lining of your esophagus. catch fire and let the wake of your impending inferno blaze like some dying planet you think you might have heard of, if it weren't for some other strange phenomenon that impeded your need for speech. belch out smoke rings, the last bastiens of the charred waste you might have eaten sometime last week. or at least yesterday. 040203
Ben what's left when everything's consumed? 040205
Death of a Rose all right ben! 040205
egger . 040205
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