L.C. Cooper is creating a stale backlog of mumbled idiocies as your humble messianic cri
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First of all: Thank you everyone for contributing in whatever small (or large!) way that you have. I’m super grateful. Even and especially if you're simply just reading. Lurking. Or whatever. You guys are the greatest. As concerns the work? Well, you know, over ten years of an almost entirely pathological obsession with matters supra-lunary etc. can get you places. Not to like... VIP club sort of places (my favourite) but the process can muster up considerable resources in aid of harebrained schemes that have to do with the basic way desire is always the desire of the other. Given which, the question now is just: which other? For you, I mean? In any case, I hope that these accursed musings perused upon such a generous platform might deliver you over from yourself for long enough that you forget the mild detractions of your imperfect hairdo or whatever. That is the least I can do. And indeed, probably the most. 
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To imagine myself sparkling wittily before an enraptured audience while in fact several scantily-clad robot servants outdo me offstage with entirely impromptu blooper routines that subtly mock my alienating perfectionism.
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First of all: Thank you everyone for contributing in whatever small (or large!) way that you have. I’m super grateful. Even and especially if you're simply just reading. Lurking. Or whatever. You guys are the greatest. As concerns the work? Well, you know, over ten years of an almost entirely pathological obsession with matters supra-lunary etc. can get you places. Not to like... VIP club sort of places (my favourite) but the process can muster up considerable resources in aid of harebrained schemes that have to do with the basic way desire is always the desire of the other. Given which, the question now is just: which other? For you, I mean? In any case, I hope that these accursed musings perused upon such a generous platform might deliver you over from yourself for long enough that you forget the mild detractions of your imperfect hairdo or whatever. That is the least I can do. And indeed, probably the most. 

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