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Now

Right here, right now.

Now I want to speak to you about a subject near and dear to my heart: pulmonary heart disorder.

I know, we all suffer from this insidious draining of our nation's strength and purity. But how many of us know all the details? Did you know that victims of PHD can take a variety of forms - ranging from the popular lupine and canine to the lesser known feline, lapine, and vulpine? Did you know that because of this torment, they have a strong resistance to other forms of disability, other than that caused in some way by the element Ag? In fact, their powers of recuperation are actually dramatically increased. On the other hand, they also suffer from a homicidal cycle, revolving around lunar events. Similar to rabies, when the appropriate lunar event comes in to play, they lose all semblence of humanity and ravage about, and, due to the "advantages" also caused by the disease, they often murder with impunity.

Yes, I know we all want to wipe out pulmonary heart disorder. But I also know we are all freaking nutcases with stroboscopic lenses and georectal dysfunction.

The clavicle sings, It sings at night, Although the sun Is shining bright.

Clavicle. It's a bone, I think.

The pulmonary artery sings, It sings so sweet, And makes me want To get something to eat.

This is part of the best selling medical book, "Now You Can Learn Parts Of The Body By Reading Poetry". It did particularly well in North Dakota.

The dancing of the femur Is vaguely kind of obscene Cause when the femur dances It has an urge to lean.

Now I'm just being strange.

BUT I CAN'T STOP!

Lemur lemur, leaping lemur, Laughing, lying low. Lemur lemur, loving lemur, So hard to let go.

Or rather, since this is an l theme:

Lunges, loses, lo.

I CAN'T STOP IT! HELP ME! THE INHUMANITY! SAVE US ALL! SAVE US!

We need something...

Food? Or sleep? Or powerful drugs?

I think it's time to get going. The tranqulizer dart shot into my neck is usually the first clue.