Wee Hour Verbiage
Chilly Black shoots similac intravenously in the wee hours. Wee Willie Winky wanders wavering and quavering in wastrel wigwams of wanton whimsy. Chuck Zuck plucks clucking ducks out of the muck. Wither Zither moves hither and thither.
Sangfroid in Pentaculous and I flow in the unyielding current, and I fill these spaces with these marks because I’ve committed to do this but right now I do not wish to do this, and this is what the result is…
“Imagine, when we call a strike and everyone refuses to work until we redistribute the wealth of the world.”
— Chuck Palahniuk / Fight Club
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