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You know it is over. Your shoes walk away. Your phone dives into the pit of despair. Your cigarettes have become healthy. Your knees no longer knock, but clap. The chipmunks are silent. Wolverines arrange mass suicide pacts. Chameleons permanently turn invisible. Everything transforms into Other. You are a stranger becoming stranger day by day. You know it is over. Ten Four good buddy.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
Over And Out
You know it is over. Your shoes walk away. Your phone dives into the pit of despair. Your cigarettes have become healthy. Your knees no longer knock, but clap. The chipmunks are silent. Wolverines arrange mass suicide pacts. Chameleons permanently turn invisible. Everything transforms into Other. You are a stranger becoming stranger day by day. You know it is over. Ten Four good buddy.
mike-essig
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
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