So my dear and precious captive audience where shall I steer you clear of now? The winds are strong and the grass is dry is no time for love. Bold actions involving great laywers must activate. Through pidgions be fast and Hawks be hungry our feet remain human, faliabke and probe to addiction. God help us be better friends and destroy any distopian fantasy no matter how seductive it may be. Amen!

 


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