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For what a life it is to frolic in the fields of Jello, from the green goo plains to the rolling hills of apple berry mango. Jello waits for no man.
Destined for lucidity, cursed by solidity, Jello jiggles alone. Masked by the delicious sugars of an Amazonian cane, standing ever vigilant on the white plate, next to the cocaine. For who can resist it's ominous glimmer, no man, nor drug lord, nor cartel farmer. Now humble Jello it rests on it's plate all the farmers OD'd, on the floor with no paint.
Destined for lucidity, cursed by solidity, Jello jiggles alone. Masked by the delicious sugars of an Amazonian cane, standing ever vigilant on the white plate, next to the cocaine. For who can resist it's ominous glimmer, no man, nor drug lord, nor cartel farmer. Now humble Jello it rests on it's plate all the farmers OD'd, on the floor with no paint.
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