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| god | ...or if i ever decide to return to nowhere, i'll be sure to take a jacket. in these days of wine and percosets, be sure to leave a potato on the floor. be sure to leave. do not see me rabbit. flop mightily towards the sun. eradicate and irradiate like a gypsum gypsy moth. david lee roth would surely reach down and pick a radish from your garden of quiet british pastoral supposition. | 011212 |