When someone points out my archaic style of written communication, I reply that my life spans the same interval as that separating _Ulysses_ from _Bright Lights, Big City_. Frankly, it's a wonder that scholars don't have to provide heavily footnoted parallel translations of my texts.
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Made this for you. I blew pigmented dust through a crazy straw on the wall of my cave. Took me all fireball up to fireball down.