Ah, You remind me of Regina Spektor, allow me to write piano parts for your songs?

I miss you. How is school going? You should come visit me when Colin and Rayne do!

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I gots me my own website.
Check it out!
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My stars shine darkly over me

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My stars shine darkly over me

Eventually, Gerald Steinhardt, who had been on the comity for the project, but who had been absent from most of the meetings due to, uh, "Gastric Disturbances" (Though you and I know what was *really* going on.), finally returned and pointed out to the rest of the board that though the project was quite nearly complete, the ends were really just, to shorten his argument, silly and kinda gross. Seeing the light, the project was immediately dropped by the small and mysteriously nameless company, and all funding to the lab that was working on it was cut. Coincidentally, the company was simultaneously undergoing a change of management and through a series of mishaps and altercations (I have looked into the matter thoroughly and though I have not been able to find the name of the company, knowing Mr. Steinhardt's name has helped me a great deal and it seems that there was an overlooked misprint in the employment contract that allowed for the embezzlement of profits made on pens by employees of 78 years or more. Because the company did not foresee an employee of such tenure ever existing, they left it in place. As it would happen, however, advertising hired a tortoise for some campaign or some such, you know ad people, and the tortoise's lawyer took advantage of the situation. There is a bank account somewhere in Sweden in the name of Shelly Gopherus agassizzi still holding upwards of 3.4 million dollars. How the company made that much money and still managed to be considered small is completely beyond me.) The company was in dire need of money, and, as such, sold the unfinished project, that still semi-legitimately belonged to them to my late great uncle's wet nurse's family. Through a rather fuzzy series of games of poker between the wet nurse and my great uncle's father, which resulted in, among other things, the wet nurse, who's name I have just been informed by way of telegraph, was coincidentally *also* Shelly, owing her left knee to the state of Missouri in the event that she dies in a car crash within the same state's border, and provided that there were no children under the age of three who might possibly need the knee in the future in the automobile at the time, and my great uncle's father owning a small vile of the aforementioned bacteria. The vile was passed down under a catch all clause in a series of wills and eventually found it's way into my possession.

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I may have just pooped on your couch. A lot.

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My stars shine darkly over me

Thank-you love!!!

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My stars shine darkly over me

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My stars shine darkly over me