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I am a newspaper. I speak sadness life-de.grade nothingly. You may practise torment. But, without pity and the one-remove, you labour without traces. Every time I see this, I am plunged into par-abject coupled with vile. I revolt. Such treatments have no limits; either of degree or level of intensity. In the world of coruscating detail, I please no-one with such observations. I claim no purview. These are mere proposals. I just want to be sure you are utter, ruthlessly utter, and will derive the deepest pleasure from my offerings.

I am genuine.

Ergo Jiz