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Wake up one one one. First world layoff, now one word, short week, don't come in. Meanwhiles, inedible fruits, leaves soup, feces water, grain scraps, and if you're lucky the good stuff only adulterated with 1/5 rocks. Brain surgeon from Pakistan, what it's capitalized, is this the 1960's I know nothing of and keep hearing about like respect for pilots and Grandpa and learned and capital institutions, smiles in his cab in Canada where there are no bombs, just a few, runaway fares, maybe some shit talk, but that could be Lahore or Hyderabad, save this one or your family is dead, this is a movie directed by our ever and own internal inviolate alien; what intersections, or is that India. Love letters for pussy. Make your play playa. Wake up one one one.