a little update to my loyal fans

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i've been busy frying off my brain via iphone stove. my intellect is being cooked off, leaving the meat-shaped organ floating around in my skull looking rather lean. i'm a neurological slim jim for God's sake. you could probably fry up a mean, crispy-bottomed egg in the juices that have spilled out my ears.

but guess what?

i'm happy!

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