My cigarette is turning on me. Once a dear, dear friend, my cigarette is now strange. He just stares at me with contempt. But I laugh and continue to feverishly suck the life from him..I am nervous.
because
he has an army! of followers! and I well..
am a
lone
being.
Whoever said camels were friendly was very wrong
back to save the universe
"actually..its pronounced CLOSE-TER-MAN"
the great..Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
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