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Yet another one of those odd Alloni messages

On the fourth day of Xmas my toaster gave to me 4 popping tarts 3 french toasts 2 english muff's and someting toasted rhyming with tree.

That, I'll have you know, is probably an Alloni Kramer original. It'll be worth big bucks some day. You should frame it.

I looked for black wrapping paper, but They didn't have any.

Sigh.

Blick black blick black blick black blick.

Language. Language is nonsense. Take a word. Say the word over and over again until it loses all meaning. Repeat. When you are done, you will have achieved enlightenment, and a Zen oneness with the universe, and all that stuff. You may even get mystic powers. Depending on whether you think total mastery of all space and time is mystic.

The majority of people who sold their souls did so for sex. This does not surprise me.

I still need to get my parents gifts of one kind or another.

Hmm.

<Alloni has decided not only to refer to himself in the third person, but to end this madness now. Before it's too late.

Be grateful.>