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Trademark pains have trademark feelings. I'd rather live as 'Problem Number 43' on 'Page 559' of an old text book. Everyone would hate me just as much, but I'd get to sit on a shelf all summer. Sheltered from the kingsize order of agony that is this town. There are few that deserve to still walk this Earth, and everyday that number decreases. This dust is my only acquaintance, and the vandalizing ink on 'Page 558' is the only person that will talk to me.
I'm glad I cant talk back.
Because Noone wants to hear me.
Noone wants to see me again.
Noone wants to smell me.
Noone wants to touch me.
Noone wants to taste me.