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peace drifts from the smoke
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2 comments:
oh, i like this one biff!!!!
Cass and I went camping along the cliff just after the burning. It looked like everybody just wanted to get on with things, but our asshole justice system had to take one last stab at the victims. Death to crack dealers and the justice system that protects them! Oops ... was I getting out of hand then? Sorry. It's just that ... I live across the hall from crack dealers. The cops won't arrest them. And they won't let me kill them. They won't even let me burn their apartment down. 'Course, then my 250 psychotic gay cat Pico and myself wouldn't have a place to live either. But the crack dealers would be gone. Oh ... decisions decisions!
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