To begin with a ten-minute conversation and to end with short responses plus three essay-ish monsters.
And preluded by eight kays of crippling creativity and fifteen hundred words of something-like-declamation.
(:
p.s. no there is no meaning to the caplsocked madness talking-to-self in my shoutbox, i just felt like kicking the old messages out of sight a bit :D ...Hamlet!
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