I am sending you nothing.

There is nothing here apart from this worded letter of banter and piffle.

Nothing for you to see, hear or taste, for our ears have all heard enough, and our tongues can taste not more, and I do believe that the gods shall soon cover the sun and no one on this twirling planet of lunatics will have use for eyes, for like ants, which are misguided by too much sugar we all shall run this silly little planet knocking into each other until the majority of us have been trampled upon and the remaining few have collapsed from exhaustion.


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