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I am so sick of war. I wish they would invent a special bomb that would just take war out in the alley and beat it to death with a sledgehammer.Oh man I feel like I have been dragged around by a horse for about a week. I hope I didn't get bit by a bird. Maybe a haircut will make me feel better. I haven't had a haircut since December.However I am cozy here in the drizzly Pleasant Valley in my new by Dorothy, also her Capitalists shirts are mind-blowingly accurate.
