I yam what I yam

I will be in defiant mundaneity abnormal and everyone else will be put in their boxes respectively with foot and hand in each crate head firmly in the clouds or in the ground as the case may be there are no closets in this house no words only beings of moderate vulgarity labeled for convenience

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monsoon

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