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Dead animals are some of his favorite play toys. As many as fifty (all in thematic shades of white-and-tan) have in the past been left for this poet on one eight-hour stretch of highway.

… And one was left at her daily turning into Land Park yesterday.

All day, rising pain levels and device anomalies specific to EMP presence occurred.

Agent Sean-Sean “Tweetie-Haid” Mister Misery Powers seems to feel that he needs to be a little quieter about his torture right now.

The transceivers he is now using for his torture program have been dropped into an outside compartment of, or magnetically attached to, the poet’s van itself ~ one at low rear left, just a foot or two from her (not) sleeping head, another about halfway up and halfway back on its sidewalk side.

The blend of poison gasses selected for the poet’s rising today causes tears, nasal irritation, instant and significant lung damage, and diarrhea.

The poet’s

Her device required a full restart this morning before its copy function would consent to paste in this post to its form.

America’s master poet will spend this day playing Pop Bubble.

… And being made fun of.