Who The Heck Is Don Quick-oats?

I Should Never Be Left Alone With My Mind For Too Long.

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Oh, Sure. Of Course, They Say Now That We’ve Got Freud And The Motorcar, God Is Dead.” “he’s Not Dead; Just Very Tired.

Without Further Warning, The Sky Opens Up And Cries.

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