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After splashing this blank canvas with my piss, I drove inspiration and unique divinity from the wings to the stage. The modicum of feelings that free themselves from my heart remain satiated, if only for a moment to gaze at the beauty of this tapestry before my eyes.
"Hi Harry."
It was a simple comment, the first of many. One would be a response from Harry noting something along the lines of "Cheers Rob." with his nuances and subtleties. Yet, I hold firmly in my beliefs that this was the first. The greatest. For not out of need or care but rather, boredom. Did it begin a new age of commenting.
Adieu.