
Turning my days around, hopelessly oblivious while the sunshine patriots move and shake, I stalk the truth in the winter night. I just got up a little while ago. To more sad news. The fire I have to build is inside me.
Viva the real winter patriots!
If in your travels you meet the Buddha, throw him through your tv set.
—Davis Fleetwood
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