MY RED SHIFT
Ptolomy. Aristotle. All the vagaries of
Allen Funt. All wrapped in one. I can't
take the lineal descendants of whom you
may say I come. There is an icicle hanging
from that bicycle - left out one night and already
frozen cold. You think it says 'PGAMO' on that red
header, that pasted-purpose post-no-bills crap?
I don't know if it does or not. I'm much too
primitve for that. All I know is what I know.
And that's that!
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