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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
Why is the letter B always cool?