The Day Of The Weak No Longer Counted Because Today Was Always Fried Aye

Many folks play the numbers.

They cast lopsided die that

always land on fifteen or

thirty and everytime three hundred-sixty-and-five.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Wherever numbers go, there goes something that can be fixed.

Fixed numbers. There you go…

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