bear with me

“I feel the force. I’m dead of course. Enrolled on popular culture course. But I can’t save nothing but world cup drumming. And I polish it every day. It’s war I tell yer, on fortune-tellers. On trumped-up charges, you always were the hardest. Me favorite brother, who used to be taller. He played me records, I’ll only hear once. It’s war.

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