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Ten thousand years of Roboshrub.

Fangs for the memories.

In today’s state, Roboshrub Incorporated is an entity entirely devoted
to the execution of what normal people would refer to as “bad ideas.”

It was the creator’s original idea that all concepts, whether
useful or not, contribute to the global subconscious level of progress
for the human race. Therefore, we contend that no idea is an unfit
idea, and vow to act on each and every one of them.

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Father's Day

Happy Father’s Day
The lights are bright and hotter than my face;
My makeup is cracked and starting to peel;
The red rubber noses and wigs badly chafe;
And these size thirty-sixes bite at my heel.
No more will I shovel elephant dung
Or merrily dust out the lions’ barred cages
Or attend the acrobats’ highest rung
Or suffer the sword-thrower’s silver rages.
I dream of an office, a suit and tie,
An apartment with exorbitant rent;
A world fenced in by a boundless blue sky,
Not the striped roof of your precious big tent.
I’ve lived in your world, dad, its quirks, its charm.
I’d much rather be an accountant like mom.


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Brings a tear to the eye

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Why no bacon crystals?

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