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Bingo! I’ve found it. Eureka! It’s here! Let’s go on a ride, the night sky, seems fuller than you thought tonight. Strikebreakers broken. System cracked, like a cheap bike lock. Habits are the death of nuance the brownish crust on green, moldy rust eats the machine. Day by day we’re out of years. Bleeding inbetween the gears.
