heiny here and on in front of the type-type machine
outside there, below a story, the jar of death grows thicker
and ever more foul w/ the bodies of flies
crawling over all their scientific parts (Bee, help us out
here, thoraxes, sucrose & egg parts, wings & appendages
out and twitching, five inches deep of cramped death
My father wants to wait until it is full before he empties it
out, it is effective, to say the least.

See, they are attracted by the scent, crawl in, and cannot find their
way out again. Eventually they drown or starve.
Imagine dumping that jar on an extremely beautiful girl!
"She'd probably die."

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C, all he wants is Thomas, he grabs one of the four books
in the library, puts on his Tide racing cap, settles into a plastic
yellow chair and pretends to read.
I'm pretty good at building the tracks for him
you have to make sure that the entire thing is a system of
intricate (but most importantly, fun) loops
perhaps a turning bridge, a street lamp
lines that converge on each other but must provide an exit
so that two trains won't collide