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Fading falling daguerreotypes litter the Montmarte of my fuzzy imagination, after Isis bombs a train station. Polizei! Polizei! Polizei! Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie! Help! I...they need somebody, in three Separate languages, can't the world see? The capital is under seige. What's next, But the predictable. Fear, fearmongering, fearmonsters, Fuckit, What's now, Give 'em all a beer. C'est la guerre
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
guerre
Fading falling daguerreotypes litter the Montmarte of my fuzzy imagination, after Isis bombs a train station. Polizei! Polizei! Polizei! Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie! Help! I...they need somebody, in three Separate languages, can't the world see? The capital is under seige. What's next, But the predictable. Fear, fearmongering, fearmonsters, Fuckit, What's now, Give 'em all a beer. C'est la guerre
caligulas-exit
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
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