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Fear Itself once, we were ripe with possibility and the juices of this plumb of a world flowed inside and through us and we could stick in a thumb and pull out a wild whim of assumption of good that was before the deflowering by bully club before the drums came close enough to shake the ground and hang us all in the air naked and upsidedown before all the color in television went gray and innocence shattered in the marketplace before the baby-faced monkey grimaced and postured pursing his lips into words he didn't seem able to conceive, perceive, believe Long before that when strummers strummed drummers drummed and battle lines were drawn in india ink rooseveltchurchill gave us words that circled the globe walking the narrow tightrope between might and right with no internet at all |
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