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			Because I Wanted To Jim DeWitt did you ever get the urge to taste rust? like from some chunk of old scrap iron you might stumble across in the street then pick it up as if it's oh boy, a candy bar treasure find even if it's got a bite taken out of it and ants crawling into that open end because it's become their home now — but with this fortunate discovery of a bewitchingly beautiful brown-flaking slab of metal having a special fascination for you just looking down at it wasn't enough (and it was no conch you could use your ears to listen to anything in) so the spell was cast, your lips were tempted to savor as with a strange new flavor popsicle "mmmm irresistibly delicious rust spiced with dirt" you'd exclaim answering that something clawing curious inside your mind, while your tongue would be lolling around on it in complete agreement, lovingly
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