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| after the facts of life have been dispelled... |
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| The revolution has brought us: |
| ooh, god! soft boiled eggs! |
| my word, somebody get me a stool softener. |
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| A dinner for twelve. the forces of imposition. the revolution: slit throats and split-pea soup, lotsa potatoes. the capitalist market: long lines, coupons, slit skirts and looks of subatomic vibration. |
| dog walkin talkin' |
| shuckin' jive I thrive under scrutiny no routine |