Woe be onto whomever ventures hither, for the path onward is long and winding, and in the end, quite inconsequential. In spite my troubles and lacking talent, in spite blasphemous grammar, in spite arduous mechanical prose, in spite spite itself, I endeavor to tell what the heart seeks to tell and linger. Like a fart.
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