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| Let's see, what was I thinking of again? | |
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| I love the smell of napalm in the morning...The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like ... victory. Someday this war is gonna end. | |
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| I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving. | |
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| Oh right! Kix: Kid tested, Mother Apporved | |
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