Hey, these are some poetic posts from the (poetic) perspective of a native american indian. Im not a bot but this account is a little bot like i know. I'll just post one of these every once in an indian summer, and add to them now and then
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We've never asked why Dale from I.T smelled like the deep ocean. Or why the fabric of his turtle neck seemed to heave like gills gasping above water. We mostly stayed away from Dale.
Colby joined the circus once but was kicked out for licking off the clown makeup during a performance