I applaud your fine depiction of magic dusts, friend. In Ping City we steered clear of the mystic dens, though I do admit my interest was peaked ev’ry so often. My Aunt Fuska gave in to the Golden Temptress, Sadly!, and we all know where she ended up! (In the mystic den of Being Poor!)
He needs to dress for the job he has, not the one he wants.
I wish I could wake up and do acid every morning, but I actually have shit to do.
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