Excerpts from my work-in-progress,
HOEEEEEE!!!
, tiny doorclouds that use SONAR to echolate the tremors of unhappiness inside and futter it out and stomp it into li'l bloody bits. These bits of depression are small enough to easily pass the blood-brain barrier and then I piss them out.
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Don't copy this. 
The author, looking like a narc.
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