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Calling all mystics, calling Oh James, move to defcon 4 and just leave me alone with my matchsticks to strike when I feel the need. Oh cynical brothers, put down the phones, no matter your color, just imagine a place where clones and war and disease have fell thru the cracks.

Say hello to Simpson greetings mister Rome. Just pack your bags and leave me alone.

Make examples for children. Stay off the bumps. Write a paper for school if you can afford to live in a dump with rats and ghouls and a color TV. Make amends with the monkey, he?s your brother you know. Just cancel the papers and go crawl in your hole to feel how it feels to be caged in the land of the free.

Say hello to Simpson greetings mister Rome. Just pack you bags and leave me alone.

And that?s enough with the flack, to each his own and when in Rome with cats and dogs and sad clichés to explain the nature of man. Carry on good people with your heads up high. Just try to interpret the truth from a lie and bask in the sun of our land, the home of the free.

Say hello to Simpson greetings mister Rome. Just pack you bags and leave me alone.