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those of blue soon shall be rather few. They grow on the peripherals... the marginal types that is.
to come down on the side of safety, sanity and sobriety Keep that sh!t at arms length, man. The "blues" go by different names these days but they still drop down from the stars... like Terry Brooks once sang: "When they find each other, they need no words -- just a look in silence". I would have posted my video of that song but Youf***edTube blocked my channel because... well, because they can, lol.
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