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i picture kevin love laying in bed, asking "why, god, why?" and looking up the sky. god comes down, and just kind of stands near kevin love's bed, smirking. kevin looks at him, thoroughly confused in the presence of the father/son/holy ghost whatever, unsure of what to do, sweating and shaking. god says, "lol cleveland" and poofs into the ether.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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