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Wednesday, October 21st, 2009<|MOVE! And leave, hold. Yes, hold the door for me. Yes, it’s me. Fuck you. Get out. Move. My way is they way. Damn progressives. Can’t move when told to move. Or stand still when told to Stop. YES, STOP. Out of my way. I need. …Where’s my lighter? I thought…Works. Good. Damn people. There. There. It’s lit. Oh shit, they’ll want to talk. One drag. I’d like one drag of peace a day….>