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Librosis prognosis. I'm aware of the homeless. I feed them my leftovers daily. But when my dear friend named Ronald had a child named Donald, I put my left overs away.
I prepared a feast covered in yeast, I watered it so it would grow. I fed them all day we drank water, ole!
The thirst caused my homies to burst.
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What did we learn? Leftovers are better off finished? Maybe. For the answer, we must first look to the stars. Join me children. "DEAREST HEAVEN HOW MUCH FOOD MUST ONE EAT BEFORE THEY BURST? IS IT OF QUANTITY OR QUALITY, TELL ME A RATIO! FOR I AM BUT A LONELY WIZARD IN NEED OF MEASUREMENT." I digress...
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THE LORD HATH SPOKE: "Yeast is but a mark of the beast."
~BUT GOD, I AM A BEAST OF YEAST I KILL 5 DOLLAR FOOTLONGS ALL THE TIME. ~
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Am I not a righteous dude?
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Pegasus chimes in "NAY," however that's the sound Pegasus' make all the time. There is no discernible connotation.
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I mop my ancient brow in wonder. Libra? LIBRO. Must I speak to the Lord in
frat-ease?
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"YO," says the Heavens, "I observe the moon shaking."
I reply as such:
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"Papa bear, what it do, big dog got a question 4 U. Bread to the Y till the compass point East, in the belly of the beast a concern of the least? I got a little side hustle with these mere mortal bitches playin' discovery channel with my third eye's antenna yo. Can you ball me a chunk of wisdom to dunk drop and roll on these newbie squares?"
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The Omnipotent One replies as such:
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"Spaghetti Yo dawg theres a message in the bottle but to receive it, you gotta stick it in full throttle. I'm talkin' walk through the valley of babes with a big stick, throw some bones to a nobody in exchange for tricks. Feedin' ain't for granted. If you got some beef, crack the can. Let em' take what they want and on with the jam."
