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[23 Oct 2006|11:29am] |
Ed and I scare Pat Quinn.
And the lady at the gas station when we are dressed as zombies.
Screamfest was cool.
The stage we had to preform on wasn't.
Orlando is almost my number one least favorite city to drive in.
But I love to drive.
The show on Friday at the State Theatre was awesome.
I got to chill where the rock stars do upstairs.
Ed was funny.
But what else is new?
This weekend IP will be at Necronomicon on Friday at midnight.
The St. Pete Beach Theatre at 8pm
and 11pm on Saturday.
Come see us, we rule.
I love Ed's voice.
My tummy is full of pot roast.
The end.
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[27 Feb 2006|03:03pm] |
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Bay Mother Fucking Renaissance Festval is on. Every weekend from Feb 25-26 to April 8-9. MOSI grounds in Tampa, come out blah blah blah. kings, queens, wenches, rouges, bitches, beer, push monkeys, massive facial tattoos, henna and elitist fuckheads and my boyfriend running around.....oh oooooh and
TIGERS!!!! There's an awesome tiger show with seven beautiful tigers of all different ages and colors.
So come out and have fun, drink and get hit on by girls with tight bodices on and boys in tight....tights.
and me with a manditory fucking lightsaber belt with a sunburn bitches
I look directly into the sun...because I care.
I'm out.
Oh yes Bonnie....there will be camels.
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Dear Bonnie,
You are a low life bitch with greasy hair. I miss you, love you and you'll never call.
All My Love, Lydia
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and sometimes I wonder why I can't stand you.
and then it hits me...
I'm sane.
I miss Bonnie.
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[23 Jul 2005|02:15pm] |
Tuttie fucking fruitie
I strongly recomend Devils Rejects
If not just for Shirly Moon Zombies multiple ass shots.
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[20 Jul 2005|11:23am] |
Yes........I like Bright Eyes......fuck you.
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[14 Jul 2005|03:38pm] |
mmm....pie.
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[12 Jul 2005|05:31pm] |
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Your Boobies' Names Are: Elvis
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Now I know why my boyfriend loves my boobs so much.
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[01 Jul 2005|12:15pm] |
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I feel so horriable right now...
It's depressing...
I'm so unhappy
...mother fuckers....
Ok, not all of you will get this bullshit, but for those who don't...I'm not really unhappy. I'm just a dork.
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[26 Jun 2005|08:32pm] |
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Someone got killed at the Masquerade last night.
Is it just me or is music sposed to bring people together...not make them want to kill eachother? Am I fucking insane?
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[22 Jun 2005|10:53am] |
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Ok...I have to be lame for a moment.
Last night I had to sit in a car and say good bye to one of the only good things going on in my life, and we sang old songs and I held on to him before I had to leave so he wouldn't miss his 6 am plane because he's going to the city of sin and I got woken up this morning three hours later by my mom throwing a show at my head, and it's probably good he's gone for a bit because after fights I never look too splendid. But I can always just look down at my shoulder and be like "Well hello violent sex, what's up?" I know I'm far too pessimistic but all I can think of is him going and getting drunk and wondering why he's even bothering with me, because I rip people apart at the seams, we all know this (sadly some of you more then others....hello collective ex's, how're you guys doing today?) But I slept in his shirt and it smells deliciously like him and the rain. Le sigh, why am I so emo today?
I saw Land of the Dead, either I have a very very high standard for zombie movies or this one just sucked complete and utter ass...but there was good company.
( I really need to stop being so easily amused at bullshit )
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[19 Jun 2005|09:18pm] |
SUCH A BADDD MOOOOOOOOD!
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[08 Jun 2005|12:12pm] |
CRACKHEAD'S IN AMSTERDAM!!!!!!!!!
Jade Sam and I sing horriable songs at 4 in the morning giving random crackheads our money. The trash cans say 'Dank you'instead of thank you. That's all you get.
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[16 May 2005|02:44pm] |
I LOVE YOU...
...I KNOW
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[21 Apr 2005|09:41pm] |
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Life knocked me off my platforms
Fuck her hands.
Fuck her face.
Fuck that memory.
Fuck my heart ache.
Because I'm done.
I understand that friends will be friends...but fuck her...
so I pulled out my first pair of boots
I hold grudges, I do, especially when the grudge comprimised my very idea to be able to love.
So fuck you, and your little minions too.
closer to the ground now, with sorrow and stealth
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[15 Mar 2005|05:26pm] |
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Is it bad that I am COMPLETELY turned off to people that say 'huggles'?
Fuck these huggles I want sex.
I realized today that I'm a bad person...and it's more fun this way.
I surround myself with pot smoking funny people who smoke cigars and packs and packs of cigerettes, we like to put on funny clothes and talk in funny accents and make fun of people dressed like David Bowie from Labyrith
Lonnie:She reminds me of the dork
Lydia: What dork?
Lonnie: The dork with the ugly custom
Lydia: What costume?
Lonnie: That costume
Lydia: The costume does what?
Lonnie: Reminds me of the dork.
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Quotes of 2004:
not many of you will understand these, actaully most of you definatly won't, Most of these aren't really funny, but with the shit we put into us it was hilarious at the time, but I'm writting them so I can remember, if you know one though...then I hate you.
AM I SEXY?!?!?! AM I SEXY?!?!?!?!
American cat's are very complicated.
Bonnie...You're a panda bear...'You're name isn't Jack is it?'
Do you think we've matured...oh wait...I got ashe in my eye.
Socks are just the condoms of the feet.
GRASS ON GRASS!!!
What's wrong with love between a man and a vegtiable?! What I ask you?!?!
That's Holly!! It's her birthday!
I'm caught in a suffle of suffering.
GET ME A REFFER!!
Kill yourself, it doesn't matter the worlds goning to go up in flames anyway...right after this cigerette.
Snoop Dogg is the black Osama bin Laden.
Sproken de spliffer, ya?
Are we really just midgets???
Smizzle a bizzle
Runnin' around with thier hooters all neked like.
Dude...stop smoking my mom...
That's all...wow, sorry.
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Lonmg entry, but it'll tell you all you need to know about me....not really but anyway why would you need to?
I skank with guru hobos which look like gods with these perkisets dancing in a river of vodka in my stomach with a greek boy on my left do-si-doing our way into the night, and my lungs are confused by this exertion I'm putting them through as I balance a cigerette between my fingers, kicking these demons away and I laugh into the night hearing the waves hit the sand because I live in Florida where people come but never stay like leaves falling with the seasons, everyone is excited, everything is new to them but these streets hold nothing but potholes and the flashes from thier camera blind my better judment with oozo in my water bottle and a laugh on my tounge and when I go home I'll kick the sand out of my boots and taste the salt on my skin and a joint waits for me like a 50's housewife, waiting for me to open the door, ready to undress and lay beside this space in my bed and I look up and a mohawk stares back at me adoring this boys head like the way you'd put an angel on a Christmas tree and I puff puff pass my life away, but oh oh oh it's better this way.
friends only from this point on, comment to be added.
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[29 Nov 2004|05:32pm] |
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Someone had an exploding dog shirt on today...I haven't tackled someone that hard for awhile.
My sock is wet. And that is sad.
I've had a Sarah McLaughlin somg in my head all day today, which has been lovely to humm along to as I walk through my school. Bad quite dreary due to the lyrical content. (when did Newspaper class take over and make me talk in reporter mode?) My stomach is yelling at me and all I have to eat in this house are kidney beans...or I could eat "tur-duck-en" if it didn't go against my morals...turducken is a turkey with a duck stuck inside of it with chicken stuffed inside of it, something that makes my southern families mouth water.
Midget's with mustaches walk my school, I am scared for my life sometimes. My teeth are blue under black light and Will does the stingray shuffle while I eat shrooms and watch the purple stringrays float around him.
Dance do the stringray dance. dance do the stingray dance.
I wanted to know if we could have a fish eating contest for our GSA field picnic...Ms. Tabajdi said no.
I am bored and Bonnie's here. smizzling to commence.
you know if I leave you know, it doesn't mean that I love you any less, it's just the state I'm in, I can't be good to anyone else like this
I'm not emo...I swear, I swear on the fact that this post has no substance.
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[20 Oct 2004|05:14pm] |
They call her Kiki, Kiki, faster then slow stuffff, no one in the sea as retarded as she. gharllgharrakd
No one'll get that except Bonnie and Aaron, but I don't care it had to be done.
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[18 Oct 2004|09:20pm] |
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Oh dear me, my mind is spinning right now. I feel like I'm 8 and twirling around and around in Autumn watching all the golds and brown melt into eachother, laughing until I'm hourse, letting all those memories blur together like a Dali painting, love melting off the table while my beer sweats tear drops of you, those tears I'm all to tired to let out anymore; and then I'm falling, I'm falling and I don't mind, I just need something soft to land on and I think I have it, I'll land on this grass, in grass green and beautiful, like childhood, like this new little pit of the stomach feeling that food never gave me, this new little star I've never noticed in the sky before, but I guess it's always been there, I just haven't had the right eyes to see it until now.
Bonnie and I are smitten. Smitten. Smitten. Smitten kittens.
But that is all that needs to be said. I cut things short, but that's just how I live.
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[17 Oct 2004|02:17pm] |
There's a rumbly in my tumbly, and you caused it.
Glitter eyes and high heeled shoes, I never knew how cold it get's when it rains inside. My mind is raining and the sun is shinning outside, the wind is blowing and my hair has a mind of it's own, mind of it's own, I guess my heart has a mind of it's own, it's tired of being sent straight to jail after Pennsylvania Ave. do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, just run with your eyes closed and hope you don't trip on common sense. Something I've always lacked, something that always seems to catch me in the end, right before I get to home base.
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[16 Oct 2004|02:23pm] |
Love makes me puke. Who feels like puking?
So, I hear Cassie is in town, I'll probally be calling the pint sized lesbian in a few hours, so be ready Cassie. Oh, and because it would just be easier to do it this way.
memories of Cassie:
*getting lost riding around town and finding ourselves in Treasure Island
*kissing everytime we saw one of those "Win Big!!" racing billboards
*kwanza dress/ parachute pants
*always...always ALWAYS getting lost
*watching May and having you never forgive me for it.
*"I'll wake up in 10 minutes, I swear Cassie..."
*rain day at the pier
*quigglius getting lost in my bra
*taking the long way home every night
*Sue Johanson every night
*our pussy and cunt fighting fish
*your sister wanting to smoke me out
Oh I hope that's enough for you.
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[14 Oct 2004|05:26pm] |
I'll be your stumbeline.
And that is all that needs to be said.
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[13 Oct 2004|01:21pm] |
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"One plus one is two" she said "and 2+2 is 9" and you tilt your head and squint your eyes and live with her mistakes and takes everything that comes out of her like a bible written by the hand of god like the blood beats from your heart. And the wind brings change and the world is still turning every time we blink, and cameras can only carry so many memories and pencils can record only so much sound. So I have this box I keep in my hands pumping to my fingers, piecing togther these mistakes into this own perfect you. And the walls of my memory are lined with the pictures I keep in my room, watching them right before I sleep. Holding you close right before I sleep. and 1+1 is 2 and 2+2 is you, my love, you.
Old emotions, god damn my memory and it's little way of rewinding this old old movie.
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[12 Oct 2004|01:19pm] |
Bandwagons are fun!!
Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
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[11 Oct 2004|06:01pm] |
You have cooties.
I hate cooties.
Oh damn I hate it when this happens. You know that pit of your stomach feeling where you have to run to the bathroom and analyse yourself in the mirror while the sticky fingered 7 year old yells for more toilet paper...that'll burst a mood let me tell you.
I have nothing to write. My foot is asleep.
I love toast. My cat has a tumor.
Good night.
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So one of my friends is trying to come between me and my wife by telling him lies about me. No, by telling Will that I told him about Will's past, which I never would of, no matter how fucked up I could have been. It's just petty and immature for him to stoop to this level to try and come between us, this is bullshit.
Why do I give people this right to hurt me like this, why can't Geoff just tell the truth. I mean, don't get me wronge, I love the kid to death but he's just been doing somethings latley that have really hurt me.
And it's not fun.
And it's not fair.
And it is getting so so old.
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[24 Sep 2004|03:25pm] |
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So lets see...
Bonnie I always knew you were the love of my life.
And Sarah...I won't tell if you won't.
Of course Tia will make me come 1000 times, it's Tia.
Ryan, stay away from my heart.
Naomi, call me sometimes.
Brittney is good at cuddling.
oh, Livi everyone always knew I dreamed of you.
Dustin, I've got the handcuffs if you've got the time.
Oh...and the kicker, Clare secretly dreams of me.
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My NAmE Is TorGO i TakE cArE OF thE pLACe WhiLE THe mASter Is aWAY.
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[07 Sep 2004|01:09pm] |
Me: You can come over if you want Will... but beware I have no make-up on.
Will: Oh shit, niether do I!!!
props for the picture: taken by the beautiful and talented Matt; ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) pessimistrocker
Even the dykes agree Will's one sexy bitch.
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[07 Sep 2004|11:31am] |
What a strange dream I had last night. I don't know if it was strange in a good way or not. I don't know if it cares that much, I just miss dreaming.
My cat just dragged his ass along the tile and left little pieces of shit. God damnit I hate today. My moms left me about 2 hours worth or chores...I should probally start those now...
I was driving back to the house today and I saw ***** in her car, I thought you said she was moving
She is, in a few months thought
Well I saw her and I waved, I think she was going off to work
Mom
yes?
Next time you see her, or any other people who my heart shattered for, just don't tell me, ok?...just don't tell me, I don't need to know.
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What is all this excess everyone speaks of, my toes hurt from curling, my heart hurts from beating to fast to keep my body moving, constantly moving. My stomach aches from hunger and my mind aches from thinking too long about things too far from my life to remember, to close to my heart to forget. But all in all my life takes me from wave to wave, riding the crests like watching fish and the aquarium, watching Bonnie become a panda bear, and the eel was gold with glory; my name is not Jack and it hasn't been all day. It has been a glorious thing to surround myself with such beautiful people, beutiful vibes.
My life is beautiful, but the way my eyes focus on this reality speaks differently.
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[27 Aug 2004|08:58am] |
I'd bang Erkel
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[27 Aug 2004|08:38am] |
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Do not be frightened my darling, for in this world we are nothing but raindrops settling on flowers right as the sun breaks the landscapes of our hearts. And with every beating fletting moment life brings us one more little bit of beauty. Beauty lerkings in the sunset fading in your eyes. "Do not be frightened my darling" she said "for my bed will always be warm with your memory, and moonlight will always bring you back to me with songs like painting and pictures of words and I will never be alone as your long forgotten memory lulls me to sleep.
Why am I obsessed with the suns perpetual birth and death...why are cheetos so bad for me?
So my mom was talking to Wanda last night and I invited her over for a vegan dinner...this should be intresting and fun.
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In your heart where I used to sleep, on the camel hump right between the reasons to go and the reasons to stay. I feel like a trapieze artist, eyes catching her body aiming for the net.
My computer has been being reluctant, right now I'm on Mizz. Jackson's right now.
I miss Travis and Jerry, this class is quiet without you guys, there was a pirate song on the announcements...I thought you two would enjoy that.
come back and haunt me you guys, all my friends that have crossed the finish line and Im panting in the thick of the pack, carrying my load, waiting for the end.
<33
Oh, and I love Tia.
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I'm back from vacation, it was long. But I like climbing trees to read and smoke cigerettes. It's nice to be away from civilation, I forgot that I'm just a good for nothing farm girl.
I don't like it when roosters attack.
We should make a horror movie called When Roosters Attack!!!!
Travis! I need to know when you work, so I can show up and bring you your gift basket, oh yes, it has evolved into a gift basket, but don't get excited, it sucks.
I'm sorry this post is terriable, I'll wirte something later.
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[26 Jun 2004|10:57am] |
And the people I want to leave me alone never do, and the people I want to stay I always catch right when they're closing the door. I've been thinking of taking that door off the hinges. But then what do I have between me and these memories I've made of you?
I feel asleep while babysitting last night, at 2 am. I had a nightmare, once it would of been a reason to wake up and smile, but in these times, with these hands covering my face to keep the image of you from seeping into my eyes it is a nightmare. And everytime I turn around I see you kissing him, and everytime I write something like this I want to puke.
to all, my computer keeps me from commenting back, so you know I do value the comments, (Adriene and Travis in particular) I miss you guys, and you're not the ones I was talking about 20 lines up, that would be Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny
Oh, and Ani tickets went out yesterday...guess who have 4th row seats?!?! Guueeessssss.
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[25 Jun 2004|01:26pm] |
This life is problematic at best.
My eyes are getting used to this reality, to this morning, or is it too late to watch the sun rise? I woke up around 20 minutes ago, it was glorious, but I can't help think that I've wasted this day away, I know in summer we all seem to let these days mull into one another, and we forget the actual fact that a day is a day and we can't miss it, life is too precious and too short to miss these times, but I value sleep more, so fuck all that.
My toe is broken, it hurts. That is all.
Alex rocks, so does this layout.
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[24 Jun 2004|04:48pm] |
My brother refuses to admit I am emo.
And I refuse to belive that Bright Eyes is not fucking beautiful.
I refuse to be called anything but Lydia.
And shitface.
I am tired of writing these shits about broken hearts,
"How about this mending, eh?" I asked creeping on stones of this river of hope
"It's like a thread has taken the part of my heart where you slept and put some string...but string is better then space, and this space is nothing but you."
And I fell into the river, and refused to come back up if you were still the first one to see me when I took that breath of air, and I will sink until I find a way out.
But I see sunlight, and this world is nothing less then a beautiful mistake.
I'm actually pretty happy...go figure.
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[20 Jun 2004|03:42pm] |
My computer just deleted about half of my writings.
This computer eats my soul.
What a god damn good day.
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[20 Jun 2004|02:10pm] |
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Oh that sigh I never thought would come and on it's coming never thought the wake it would leave me in would be so bone shattering. Like the atomic bomb that went off in my heart on that day in June...and what will it be now, 3 years? Three years too long to feel like that. Like a Velvet Underground song gone bad. Because I love the sun. And the sun is shining on me more gratiously these days. Falling down on silken spiderwebs sewn with my hands to capture these moments in my mind forever, driving down the roads at 2 am, diving off of piers, swiming in confidence, screaming in the courtyard of this suburbian wasteland, climbing trees to sit and watch the sun leave, waving it good bye, waving this fear goodbye
waving your memory good bye.
....Good bye
but right now my mothers telling me to write the bylaws for next years GayStraightAllience...never thought that would happen...
Who loves the sun?
Who cares that it is shining?
Who cares what it does since you broke my heart?
ba ba ba ba
who loovveess the suunnn?
ba ba ba ba
not everyone.
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[20 Jun 2004|12:42pm] |
Alex! The icon is awesome, I haven't been able to get online this last week and I open livejournal and saw my scary picture, I look like some freaky dinosour. I kill you and y that stupid Jurassic Park dinosour nukkah!
But hey, I know you've been telling me for about a month now to give you a picture for the bg and I have finally decided, (sounds like I've decided to have a baby..."I had to think long and hard, but I decided that I want a baby flying out of me!!") I'd like a picture of Honeybunny from Pulp Fiction, you know the one where she's screaming on top of the table and the text of her screaming "Anyone of you fucking pricks move and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!!!"
I'm feeling violent if you couldn't tell.
Call me we'll go fly a kite.
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