Encased in concrete.
In a metal room.
In a bunker.
Five stories underground.
Underwater.
So don't expect me to pick up any eerie feminine messages, ok?
In fact, I will go out of my way to ignore them.
So wouldn't it be easier not to broadcast them across the land, polluting our fair air?
Wouldn't it?
It would.
So either tell me what's up.
Or shut up.
Oh yeah, feel that serious, esoteric blog feeling.
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