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The spiders began to sing and chant

Refracted after June 6, 1999.

Wednesday, after returning home from a digitized dog house, I discovered counting. “One potato, two potato, three potato four; five potato, six potato, seven potato, more.” It meant nothing. It meant less than nothing. It meant more than nothing.

Sunday, I glimpsed seventeen refracted, gelatinous piles of spiders under my F9 key on my 105-key keyboard, the one that I bought for $19.95. The spiders, having already met the screaming stars, began to sing and chant, “Yadda yadda yadda!” It’s the season finale, isn’t it? I know it is. The spiders say so…! It was definitely built to last. Let me call the super, and he will let us in. I am watching seven televisions at once, and the spiders, the ones who know the screaming stars, do not like it. Whatever…