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Everything is 'normal' - the balance has shifted, even lady footballers have suddenly become gifted, electric cars and now public trips to the stars, it's said that certain sexual people may be banned from bars. I'm not smoking in Bhutan but vaping in Uzbekistan, the scent of grass is on the US plains, that's hash not ground, I'm not sure if you're Miss or Mister, must be sinister, you don't like me cos I'm brown, you'll never have my tan mate. Everyone's protesting, I'm going to glue myself to someone's ****, I'll only agree to something, my wishes - if it fits, I don't like this, I don't like that, cats eyes inventor, if he'd seen the cat the other way round, he'd have invented the pencil sharpener. Seriously tho,' we must take action - we will all be gone, destroyed, God's beautiful plan - until the next one comes along.

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