Without coffee, I cannot even don the Bird Mask, much less the Becoming-Human Mask or the Metatrophy.  Nor can I lift the Working Hammer to strike the Noun Bell at my desk.  My papers pool and coagulate, and I rot and must be allowed to thaw in a well-ventilated abandoned cubicle before trying again next week.
Lesson = KIDS, drink coffee.  Is good for man-parts as well as hair.  Smell like wilderness, on fire.  Delicious.

Without coffee, I cannot even don the Bird Mask, much less the Becoming-Human Mask or the Metatrophy.  Nor can I lift the Working Hammer to strike the Noun Bell at my desk.  My papers pool and coagulate, and I rot and must be allowed to thaw in a well-ventilated abandoned cubicle before trying again next week.

Lesson = KIDS, drink coffee.  Is good for man-parts as well as hair.  Smell like wilderness, on fire.  Delicious.

Without coffee, I cannot even don the Bird Mask, much less the Becoming-Human Mask or the Metatrophy.  Nor can I lift the Working Hammer to strike the Noun Bell at my desk.  My papers pool and coagulate, and I rot and must be allowed to thaw in a well-ventilated abandoned cubicle before trying again next week.
Lesson = KIDS, drink coffee.  Is good for man-parts as well as hair.  Smell like wilderness, on fire.  Delicious.

Without coffee, I cannot even don the Bird Mask, much less the Becoming-Human Mask or the Metatrophy.  Nor can I lift the Working Hammer to strike the Noun Bell at my desk.  My papers pool and coagulate, and I rot and must be allowed to thaw in a well-ventilated abandoned cubicle before trying again next week.

Lesson = KIDS, drink coffee.  Is good for man-parts as well as hair.  Smell like wilderness, on fire.  Delicious.

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