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You’re always against me! You’re all against me! I thought that for once I had a moment of happiness, a chance to breathe freely, a glimpse of hope and wonder, but NOOOOOO! None of you are satisfied until or unless I’m shattered like a listless glass bottle thrown onto the rocky shore by the pounding surf at high tide in a thunderstorm at night in freezing weather! For how long must I be the rag doll that you discard in the dumpster of life, the refuge you toss to the wind, the wisp of unwanted locks that you untangle from your hairbrush and fling to the trash can of existence? You’ve taken a beautiful sandwich-related dream and scribbled over its façade in crushing graffiti, it blurs the warming sunlight that once sought my soul, you’ve extinguished the fire of gladheartedness that beckoned me from dreary dullness that permeates me daily, you’ve exposed the cruel core of those rancid substances that worm their way into my very being like cheap poisons and internal burrs of slow death! Am I not allowed brief if even fleeting joy for a tad longer before it’s all ripped away from me and I’m forced to rejoin the depths of depravity known as real life? Does destiny only foresee horror and terror and strife and pestilence in my pathways of this torrid world? The agents of spreading the Aussie atrocities have gotten to you, I see, using you to normalize and tout their putrid product in a bid to thrust it upon unknowing and unsuspecting innocents! I, however, cannot be fooled! I have been to The Land Asunder, I have sampled yet once their packaged pate-killer, their jaundice-in-a-jar, their Spread-For-The-Dead! I know the harm it does to average humans, I carry the warning of its distribution as a banner of a lifelong mission to halt it from oozing beyond the borders and boundaries of that hapless continent! Let the Canberra Crowd and the Outback Posse delight in their delirious indoctrination, but no farther than those environs must it travel!
((((I’ll get to the mayonnaise later. Right now, I have to go picket the headquarters of the Avocado Growers Co-Op that wants to plow over wheat fields and plant groves of their crap in its place. I’m a very busy man.))) Grrrrrrrr.
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The motion of listlessness came from the surf.
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See? You do hate me! Grrrrrrrr.
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You support my downfall!
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I believe you: they sound as if they’d be horrible! Find out which marketing shill came up with the idea and . . .
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SpunkySenior 