He knew his fate was to ne'er become a fashion icon. He knew he would forever want for the life of a fanatic and an impressive. His life ended short on a shimmering morn just prior to the appex of his own shine. As he lay dying, as he lay contemplating the what-the-fuck's, as he accepted his options, as he distorted his vision, as he drooled from his left lips, as he let it go, as he flet his tired eyes fall, as he sat up again, as he embraced the new beginings of new dawns of new shimmerings of new fashion icon fanactic impressive appexes. Blaaaaaaaaahh!
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