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| Dear GOD!! What are you doing?!? | |
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| I'm an artist. I'm expressing myself. | |
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| That's all well and good, but you're expressing yourself all over the sidewalk!! | |
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| I'm sorry, but there are times that I must release the torrent of thoughts, ideas, and demons that plague my poet soul. I must release the blood to quell the spirit. | |
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| Wow. That's deep. How can I become part of your artist world? | |
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| I dunno. Wait here and I'll get the chainsaw. | |
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