There are many things I'd like to tell you. But I can't. I won't. I would if I wasn't beholden to the wouldn't. But I can't. It isn't possible. I couldn't.
This is a no writing zone. No writing allowed. No reading, no writing, nor eating. No writing. No riding. No wry thing. No reading. No writhing, nor eading.
No talking. Nose talking. No stalking.
No tall king. No short king. No sun king.
No bling king. No thing king. No blinking. No thunking or thinking or sinking. No sunken things thinking. No talking while working or winking. No winking. No wing king. No sinking. No sin king. Nose inking. No thinking. No winking.
No sinking.
Nose know things. No snow kings. No slow kings. No snow things. Nose thing kings. Nose thinkings.
Nose low kings. Nose mo' kings. No smo kings. Nose pea things. Nose pea kings. No speakings. No speathings. No smoking. No speaking. No good thing will the Good King withhold
From them that walk uprightly.
Are you walking uprightly? I doubt it.
Am I?
In the meantime, no mean things. No yes things. No no things. No be things. No bow things. No bean things.
No green things. No bean things. No mean things.
No mean things. No meanings.
No means.
Abandoned brains will be towed and impounded at the owner's expense.
DIY or DIE.
Which is an anguished eng-lished wing-lish way of saying,
Donate in yellow, or die.
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Hey buddy, this isn't a library. If you're not going to buy it, put it back on the shelf:
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I'll thank you later, after the payment clears. Now get out of my store, before the next wayfaring loafer who wanders in here like he owns the place forgets the items you see for sale don't actually belong to him,
And shoots you for attempted robbery, because he actually believes that other peoples' work is his personal property. I've seen it happen.
Now buy something, or get out of my face.
Good luck,
