MYSTERY GRAVIS
December's new decimals have not
yet begun, and I am already weary
of where things are headed : My
lumphead is a pillow, and I gravitate
to the Dunciad. That flying oasis
of imbeciles is always beseeching.
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Frankly, beanbrain, there's a message
in the corn flakes, and a secret code
on the Mrs. Butterworth's bottle. The
Mars Bars are trying to tell you
something; or don't you get it?
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