Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like a puppet, so...
You killed me.
but then, when you look on their clock, it's all fives.
Did you ever date men?
Allow me.
So...
and he's got a rubber revolver,
Miles driven.
when we encounter coincidence,
You woke up?
Just, please...
our survival depended on being able
My Gran-gran.
It was wearing clothes.
I... I was a...
David and Lenny?
Wrong.
still searching every cloud for faces,
No!
Why send you here?
He knows.
Sure, but...
You're not lying.
It's okay.
I'd live the living shit out of it.
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So strong is our belief that a pattern must exist
Come on.
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still searching every cloud for faces,
Not on their math but their poetry.