my name is for my friends

just the place for a snark.
what do i get?
a lot of yak from you.
the clocks strike thirteen.
the clouds hang low in the heavens.
smolten in our mist.
one of these days the sun's gonna come up.
and burn a hole clean through the planet.
some guy had a sign saying it was the end of the world.
when you get there you'll find yourself a cheery land.
the drugs begin to take hold.
ahh, smell those christmas trees.
they're altogether ooky.
that, my dear vance
is the understatement of the year.

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