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Hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs... in your dreams, in every mirror, lurking behind every corner, on every painting, every billboard, every tree, leaf, and flower. Hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs... they watch you, they surround you, they know every molecule of your being, and they are you, as much as you are them.

Hotdogs.

Hot. Dogs.

Posted: Aug. 13, 2014



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