Dada lives!

nada is dead.

"I see NOTHING!!!", Schultz, Hogan's Heros.


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all nadans are bono-neil diamonds, changing birthnames in hopes of sparkling deep pink, reaching out self-inflicted ego-towers toward the sun, claiming only to seek warmth while plotting to control its orbit; claiming affinity for chaos while exerting control; claiming namelessness while merely switching one label for another. naming the sun their mistress, painting it it red in large letters and proclaiming: she got the way to move me, cherry.

And I thought the cherry done popped!

eww cherry bay beee