Jacob sad against an orange ciel , and looking out over our shoulder at whatever OVNI poetry is floating there, about to tap the top of your skull or my skull or someone else's skull and say boo or whatever is appropriate.
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Jacob sad against an orange sky, and looking out over our shoulder at whatever UFO poetry is floating there, about to tap the top of your skull or my skull or someone else's skull and say boo or whatever is appropriate.