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Tuesday, May 11 1999
I've decided to write somthing insultingly simple.

I lost my home. I can't fucking believe. Some bastards with guns and explosives ripped out the symbol. They pulled on it long distance from Sprint with their dime a minute and bullet a hundredth of a second rate. Yanked it out and dragged it across the heartland of America. They dragged it through the dusty death that takes the flowers, and they dragged it over the hills of the Dakotas, where my heart watched heaven reach down and grasp hell by the balls.

They took my heart, my home, and my kitchen sink when they decided to open up on their classies. Take this you sonofabitch! Take your semi-automatic hellion and give me my peaceful Whitebread Back! Sugar coat my memories and let me feel the warm sunshine of those balmy sixty degree summer days. Let me remember the time when Colorado was as uncorrupt as the peaceful America we love.

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