The tear gas community is now tearing tears from tearing eyes.
The tip of the icebug approaches stealthily, humming softly.
The true cost of nothing adds up fast.
The truth about truth, the hole and nothing butt.
The umlauts of consciousness circle endlessly, inscrutably.
The wives of their eyes speak softly and carry big snits.
The streets of today are littered with claustrophobic escutcheons, so please be kind.
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