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Volume II, Issue I - April 2011

When E.F. Huftton talks, people listen. The DeLorean—Live the Dream. Bright Lights, Big City, all messed up with nowhere to go. Sad to see that you’re suffering. Work hard at being something. Again and again I’ve taken too much of the things that cost you too much. Expect more from Pan Am. Anything less would be uncivilized. The glamour chase. Body by soloflex. Bolivian marching powder. The choice of a new generation. I do coke, so I can work longer, so I can earn more, so I can do coke, so I can work longer, so I can earn more. Don’t leave home without it. Your empty eyes seem to pass me by—people are afraid to merge. Nothing comes between me and my Calvins. Once you pop, you can’t stop. You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. In the course of the night you’ve traveled from the meticulous to the slime—just for the taste of it. Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t. Better things for better living—through chemistry. I drive a 560 SEC and when I’m on the mic you better see me. There is no shortage of capital. No one can eat just one. Up, up and away with TWA. Disappear here.

I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never let you forget you’re the man. I like what I kneau and I kneau what I like. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted. It belongs to the brave. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my back and says something like 'I think we've all lost some sort of feeling." Is it Memorex or is it live? I'm going to make you rich. Rich enough you can afford a girl like Darien. This is your wake up call, Breakfast Club. Go to work. Sincerely.

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