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Tue, Oct. 14th, 2014 | 08:11 pm  slavezombie


What was that jOke I said I had heard this morning? About a Phis with no eyes…
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And so he sits and thinks to himself.

He's typing at his laptop. No notes. No double spacing. Just his thoughts.

He don't care… he's alright.

He don't care, it's alright.

I cut you dead
don't you tell.
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right

He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
He don't care. He don't care. It's all right
Yeah yeah yeah


The lyrics of the song playing from one of PETRA'S cassettes, reverberate in his head.


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