the future is now, the past is later

This is roughly drawing #300, if you were wondering. To celebrate, here is a look back at an old friend.

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Also, here is a poem:

I'd rather be casper than richie rich
but the day-white smell always rips my dreams away
i wish i ate that sandwich


yeah i'd rather be casper than richie rich
i grab a twinkie and begin to play
but the day-white smell always rips my dreams away
i got nothin too original to say
sometimes i just wanna eat a sandwich!

spam, spam you don't taste that bland
litigiously, she danced to the music of an unseen polka band