The night splits open like a cracked-open clam. The sun broke it apart and shook sparks on my hand. The stars sizzled and the moon popped. I didn't drop it. I lobbed it like a grenade! It exploded and sprayed. And now my head looks down from the sky like a murderer's blade.
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Hey Ape Face,
I like this one a lot, you got some chops.
I use a special sauce.
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