The Billboards penetrate so that there is no escaping these advertisements. My television is gone, and my radio is broken. I do not look at magazines, and I gave away my car. The billboards still penetrate. But oh when that ounce creeps in!
The emotion is no matter, nor the argument. The action, nor the counter action. The dog, nor the cat, nor the mouse. The church, nor the heathen. The drug, nor the disease, nor the cure. Nothing is impenetrable, especially those guilty of penetrating. And oh when that ounce creeps in!
Will I grow a beard, or shave it?

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