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Early Ralph McQuarrie Star Wars poster art

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“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.”

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So…

You might have noticed that I was way bored today. So, for my own amusement, I decided to rewrite the lyrics to George Michael’s Faith using random words that happened to rhyme.

Prepare to bawl:

Fell I mess whit good free rice, whiff my pud clutch your cod tree! I grow pot every hot tea Grass got a hottie like spew!

Apply scott to stink slice sleep more I live by chart a flay And I glow callin james to bay He saws my shape in two.

Oh, but I freed some prime cloth from bats! The ocean! Climb to stick sly tarts up by the shore!

Oh and ben shat glove-bum’s clown. His mouth sees lotion! Help! It makes a long tan save me. Cut slime, blowing to the core! Brush my cotton calf, Nate! I shot a café! Pause my bottle smash, Kate, lathe, Chafe Was try butter blasé, fake, wraith. Jay-Z! I flow bore bask in bees today! Say cheese, freeze, keys won’t slow bidet! Touché, grime living through a bruise! Brady! Do has-been klezmer-nerd blue gay Shant whelp rutting profess bird day (Band my mother’s shoe) cried he found poo other toy schools. Reform bisque liver! He hums explosion! Explore to hoe thy cart stack. Pawn the door! (Show slow gravy) I flee dawn’s glitter! Die, cruel fish potion! Shelly greed gumption to scold sea Mobile skate for scrumptious gore! Just like gold to trap Kate! Mmm, Spy glottal half-bathe! Blood pies, autoclave, spate, frate, great! My hotdog grave mate, hate, bait! We spore this grifter, he sums Kenosha. He tore to bromide start shack Bangalore! (Dodo gave me) Irene’s son did it Guy’s pool wish notes done Smells my weeds onion to bold knee but styles hate your crumbling whore Blush my grotto slave straight Mmm, try fossil draft pate the cups dry pronto save crates of states of rates My otter shaves gates. A date’s buffet!