Your participation in this fun survey is mandatory. What color were the marbles you lost? Loss is a chainsaw convulsing in a mosh pit. Did you see your lover undress you with his eyes, his lashes gently willing your smocking dress down off your shoulders? Grief is a byproduct of death, and like all byproducts, corporate America can sell it to your children for nourishment. Do you see the orb eyed children drooling over processed abandonment? Submit your answers. Submit your name.
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