U r Not Me as I catch a glimpse in the candle flicker--a sudden static blast of the bigger pitcha... U r Not Me getting high like planes and getting so excited about all my ideas that i can hardly type in the password. It takes me three tries and then its only luck that i get in. U r Not me as I put on the New Style (which is actually very old) and bop down the street with my funny sense of
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