Hey, if any of y'all object to the lack o' specificity in my pronoun references, just chill out, yo, that's the price of dealing with the mad flow you got going on here, 'cause I don't stop if it means the beauty, the butterfly beauty of what I got to say, which is so transient already, if I stop to actually use what is called proper English then I'll just mess up the flow...and you don't want that, y'all, you want the genius not wearing a seat belt, and if you fly through the windshield, so be it, just deploy your 'chute and land softly on the wreckage of the blog, then sift through it to understand it before the Sheriff's arrives. And you all can quote me on this.
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