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Pixel-lated light elixer
bottle says- "TV- drink to be rescued," from the apartment pinball machine with the little silver brain ball bounc. . . ing smashing T-I-L-T!!!!!!!!! My head is a north magnet, my work, the north pole fluffy magnetism pillow in between- soft and perfect for avoidance sleep. Drip, drop Drip, drop Annoying, leaky failure faucet. Toss and turn- Turn and toss... my shredded diploma out the window. Master of the Arts of dodging deadline bullets, crossing enemy red tape lines, secret (lack of) intelligence. My assignment, if I chose to finish it, would be to complete one semester BEFORE grades were due. If I do not finish, my head will explode in five seconds. So, I don't have to worry. When do I ever- finish my assignments?
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