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with such, these soothing melodies, half-drunk gets ready for perception wars put cold hat on and charlie (the guy i know) says "quiet down" and for a minute, we all do but only with restless fingers and shortening fuses, we bury justice and military burials take place on the coffee table we: the most of us are settled down, and won't be going out tonight.
2004-06-22 | 7:57 p.m.
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