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 | Hey, how are things in Comradistan, otherwise known as your warped mind? | |
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| Hey, anarchist, how did we make it home last night from that bar? Things are fuzzy, things are blurry... | |
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| Ha! You were quoting Marxist philosophy to the waitress one minute then singing "Que Vida!" to her the next! | |
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| Man, I'm gonna double down with the Marxist studies today. Get out of here, dude. | |
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| Get me me a beer, dude and we'll discuss psychedelic music as revolutionary art. | |
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| Isn't that exactly how everything started yesterday? | |
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