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there are horns blowing. it is a mexican standoff with faint voices on the air. they are crying "go. go and be free. these are gin infested waters and you are not welcome here." drums beat in unison on my temples and my teeth crack and bleed out. we are songs! we are jokes! a rallying call to forth tither and fro hither and dither as we dilly dally. tricks aren't just for kids. fuuuuuuuucckkkk oh shiiiiiiiiitttttttt.

i felt like i needed to put something up here. this is good. this is a good thing that we have here. let's not spoil it.