Farewell August 08, and good early morning to September 08.
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I'm rolling, strolling, kicking that funky psychedelic, while no one gives a shit.
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It's a race against time to figure out the best way to stay close yet far away.
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Much ado about nothing. That is basically it. I got nothing folks. Sorry to disappoint. Less than 30 hours before I depart for my first University class. 30 hours to burn.
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