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          • December 23, 2012 1:28 pm
            A murder of crows are sqaunking and hollering atop the cellphone tower by the park. I can only imagine what effect this is having on phone conversations: My dear I’m afraid I can’t hear you for black is my heart and murder is my mind I shall unwind your intestines relieving you of that pest father time Uhhmmm I’m sorry sir there must be something wrong with the phone, I have 1 large peperoni pizza, with pineapple, and 1 two liter bottle of coke. Does that complete your order? You will always be mine forever and ever The memory of you, surviving even the strangest of weather Your black wings fan the screams of my burning heart Till the world falls apart And there is nothing but darkness. Ok uhhh the total is 14.67 your pizza will be there in 30-40 minutes.

            A murder of crows are sqaunking and hollering atop the cellphone tower by the park. I can only imagine what effect this is having on phone conversations:

            My dear I’m afraid I can’t hear you

            for black is my heart and murder is my mind

            I shall unwind your intestines

            relieving you of that pest father time

            Uhhmmm I’m sorry sir there must be something wrong with the phone, I have 1 large peperoni pizza, with pineapple, and 1 two liter bottle of coke. Does that complete your order?

            You will always be mine forever and ever

            The memory of you, surviving even the strangest of weather

            Your black wings fan the screams of my burning heart

            Till the world falls apart

            And there is nothing but darkness.

            Ok uhhh the total is 14.67 your pizza will be there in 30-40 minutes.

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