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coming soon is not coming. even though everybody mentions it would. ain't the green seems less green with any single second?
no text, no text: tremenderhead again appears, instructing for nothingness (o yes, nothingness, indeed). nothing to say about it, obviously, and far too cold to do so.
o tremenderhead, out for accidental exercises, comes:
prettyprettypretty smiling face farewell:
nothing between, and nothing between.