ninja

*
left to my own devices
i appear in japan one afternoon
obliviously high
in the crowded markets
pressed into my new suit
armed and dangerously calm
hugging the coastline
in a series of hotel/motels
i undo em
you wanted it so deep
deep in the past
up to the hilt in years
i unwind and unwind
blindly binding my mind to your will
blowing my shot into this abyss
somewhere in space a satellite shifts
lifting the lid on the kids navigation bid
but the boss cant tolerate loss
he sits in his villa stiller and stiller
calls me the killer
calls me direct
tells me collect
so here i am maybe
maybe not
outside the door or
in the vacant lot
no blade
no knife
no gun
no movement
you dont see it
you only feel it
crush your ribbons
break you bonaparte
eat your heart
suck your soul off
now i am nicely inside
with the lightest touch
away again
leaving you standing there
empty

my shadow sings

my shadow sings
the very air we breathe
the numbing flood
all in its time
for deep within
within this life
and beyond all that
somewhere else
somewhere so strange
why cant i remember
remember what ? my shadow sings
oh now thats quite a voice
mellifluous
subtle as all fuck
sincere and endearing
enduring no flaw
i must be mad i say
though there is no one for years around
just my shadow on the ground
singing across the miles
something about something
called love

in my beyond

angel in crystal
like a childs magic
what is this life ?
outside its medieval
fleas dirt cold damp
lost in the centuries
fucking woman banging at my door
get thee gone hag i will pay the rent sat'day
anxiety gnawing within
my little rat eating me always
my fire has no heat
my night has no day
only my work
my head light and throbbing
outside myself sometimes
the drugs i take for granted
a pinch for me
i have a tiny monster
indulging her over and over
hidden in the weave
a phantom glyph
as decipherable as a cloud
my work through the night
where does it all join up?
at some sublime point
music mathematics magic myth
rest for a spell
move slowly through a dream
the years are asleep
angel come angel come
soft laughter
her bitter reproach
that strangest pain deep inside she loves
behind glass inside her heaven
eyes of blue ice
maybe i'm blind
my eyes are so sore
my monster needs to feed
my rat begins to gnaw
still the need to work
the need to know
until power is mine
after thousand and one
in the year with no son

- shadow in the whitest light

oh the future aches in our bones
every cloud is a sign
every bird sings its song to you
magic exists secretively
you used up your spells
i used up my wishes
i call up my father who lives on within me
i feel him smile in deep memory
again its morning
again its night
again its again
rush towards moment
my angel herself appears
of course i cannot see her
i cannot say her name or bear to think of it
i only hear a voice
i hear whisper in dark corner
a hymn she sings as a hiss
a cold and old voice
she says my name
not this name
my other name
my spirit name
my intrinsic atoms that have always being
good deeds evil deeds
YOU ......never learn ! angel hisses
ok then
i remember the devil and his abode
not fire and brimstone but quiet luxury
a handsome devil
his laugh is really quite endearing
you could get to like him easily
he listened to great music
urgent and simple yet unpredictably strange
infernal fugue
a corruption of the angelic tongue
the words are exultant
good isnt it? he says
he sings along :
heaven is what you make it
god can dish it out
but he cant fucking take it......
my hands are numb
i'm very very cold
lowered down down down
someone crying
someone laughing
inside i still alive
let me out get me out i blubber silently
sudden freedom
my skull empties me out
i briefly struggle in the narrowest stricture
the devil sits in his elegant chair
i'm not THE devil he says in english
oh i have never heard english pronounced this way
its simply beautiful
heaven is closed for renovations jokes a demon
your widows dancing on your grave says another smirking
youre dead unlucky chimes in a third
the devil tells them to shush
better call in angel he croons
as soon as said as done
angel naked winged blazing dimly
angel what are you?
i am terrible love
then quickly
no more devil
the night is over
a nauseating elongation of distance
angel is in crystal
i hold the orb in my hands
i see her hidden in the folds and shards within it
am i still dead i foolishly ask after she is gone
i still hear her voice
never dead
never alive

+

feeling very fucking frustrated
coz i made a little movie for you fools
and it times out when i try to upload it to blogger
even tho its only 22 mb
ive uploaded much bigger ones before
so you wont get to see "index" today
but ok
it is making me that much more satisfied
to have that excellent one stop sk shop
thetimebeing.com
coming soon
real uncrushed videos not fracturing in pixellation
real interaction
i'm gonna open up the vaults (and the volts)
i'm gonna whip up a storm of stuff
its gonna be more direct than ever and forever
thetimebeing.com
quality videos and music
archives
shopping
exclusives
blah blah blah blah blah
baby you gonna love thetimebeing.com
now one thing thats gonna make thetimebeing.com jump
is that your lousy luddite humble hero is finally
moving into serious home recording
slowly mastering the ins and ups
soon
very soon
and if you love my music this should excite you
i will again be making music
that is 100% me
of course
you dont want 100% me 100% of the time
but its been a long time since remindlessness
thats when i last took the reins across the board
yes there were some guests
but it was me who decided everything
the record has its flaws
it is no abbey road
but its me
and no other person came between me n my music
now that the home recording limitations of 1989
have been blown skyway by macs n logic n blah blah blah
my next record will be pure me
i might ask ricky to play on it
itd be an honour if frank kearns did something too
patti hoods harp would be nice i think
but i'm gonna call the shots of what it all is
and i'm gonna record it and engineer it and mix it
so what you get will be pure kilbey
and thats a heady brew
and maybe some people aint ready for it
and never will be
but believe me
with todays technology and possibilities
i will begin a new era of unbelievable grooviness
because i have my modus operandi
and it will not fail
excellent music , i promise, by the end of the year
meanwhile the texans plot away
a website is taking shape out there somewhere
and guess what
the guys helping me with this are on my side
not doing it for the money at all
they are offering me their expertise
but they also have high aesthetic standards
thats why they dig the time being
i am gonna surprise ya
keep tuned
this will be a very good thing
lotsa music
lotsa vids
lotsa art
lotsa sk
fuck yeah
my word
in spades

carapace

ceiling whacks
sin city
bad times
catching a dirty little train back to yer hovel in the sticks
nibbling grimy biscuit as you watch the miss nsw pageant
toggling backwards n forwards between 2 points on the griddle
fuck! youve burnt yer fingers on the faux flames
jesus! that packet of neuroweb cost 300 fucking bucks
watch out! an avalanche of scrambly bugs
moon still glows out the flue
tremors reaching into the vast interior of your pasts
quickmetal fatiguing faster than you can watch it
yer wife irons yer sox
one for me
one for you
some stupid machine you bought cheap dont work
your lulu has been gazetted
that little bloody bastard nero drake
hes diddled me outta my bonus questions
they were gonna gift ya a gift
you attended a lifestyle seminar in chalky vale
where you learnt auto response and angle management
the rain starts up again
oh god my feet so cold now
my stomach so empty
i'm shaking uncontrollably
someone sitting behind you its linda b
she picks at your head
wow your brains are tiny she exclaims
what does it say on the meter?
what happens if you lose the ticket?
the windows rattle and the drafts penetrate deftly
words rolling off my back like feathers
suddenly everything slows down becomes soft n intense
a woman lying on her stomach on the bed
in the red light her pink skin glows electric white
hit me baby she murmurs sleepily
the pub across the road turns off its grog
the cops bust an honest joe and he goes down quiet
the soda jerks and the bar flies away
i piece together history from u-tube tutorials
hey did you know alexander the great pretender return to sender
hey i learnt that ancient rome had 23 different words for empire
hey i learnt that plate is the capital of china
finally something packs it in
and the world drops out of the sky
i shoulda known it
more personal grief
the boom has bust

huff

weird daze post touring
i fly up to qld n do rock wiz show
i filmed it all
itll be available on my new upcoming website
travelling long singing my song side by side
stay at nice hotels
usual things aggravate me
i do yoga coldly sometimes in posh rooms
with good views
at night its the olde on with the show
and the people loved the show
and i taking some great solace in being a 'umble cog
in the machine
because it was a good machine
and the cogs all worked well
fly back in time for all kindsa shenanigans
you wouldnt read about it
more good and bad excitement
fuck yeah
fuck no
then saturday drive to canberra for the school reunion
it was outside in a pub garden
an irritating jolly celtic-ish big band scraped my tinnitus
rendering conversations more painful than usual
a horrible bloody bonfire burned foul smelling smoke
nevermind all that
i filmed the whole thing
one day it will be available at my new supersite coming soon-ish
you'll hear some women testify to my innate nastiness as a youth
you werent yourself says janet g a former classmate
others protest my innocence
my "fame" seems to blur some memories
the words fame n famous get bandied about a lot
not surprising
with a few exceptions
i am more popular with the ladies at this do
than the gents
the same old blokes who disapproved of me back then
still didnt dig my groovy stupid trip
the geezers who were neutral remained neutral
my couple of old pals still liked me n treated me the same
i mingled around
i guessed who most people were
i was looking forward to meeting megan m
who i had secretly had a long crush on thru school
i met bronny n jo from my old debating team
they havent changed and we pick up as tho not much has changed
jo still treats me with slightly impatient disdain
while bronny jumps in saying kind things
(as she did back in 1972)
a finnish girl who had been quite a plain jane at school
had blossomed into a willowy tall elegant woman
ones who had been willowy at school now seemed smaller and round
i am introduced to a lady with blond hair n glasses
she hides her name and i know i should know her
but i cant say who it is
c'mon she says guess who i am
but i dont know n i feel embarrassed
its megan....i didnt recognise her at all
some blokes were completely bald
others had hair just as it was in 1972 the last time i saw em
most of us drove to restaurant after the pub
a rude mouthy woman called linda b
sat behind me in my car pulling at my hair
gee your hairs pretty thin! she says
im fucking 55! i protest
we all are ! says a chorus of voices
later at the restaurant linda keeps pulling at my thin hair
its receding isnt it? she asks
but then adds
youve hardly any wrinkles on your forehead
is that botox ?she asks seriously
still youre bloody handsome she finally sighs
other blokes from school are unfortunately overfond of booze
they get a loada red wine into em
and become just like the kinda people we hated at school
actually they all seemed to like to drink
there was a slide show powerpoint thingy
some old poems from the school magazine are projected
a couple of pretentious poems by bronny appear
and bigmouth me declaims them to everyone
in a ridiculous accent like a boorish king from camelot
loving her embarrassment
but instant karma soon follows when a loada my 4th form dribble
is up on the screen
and people
it was the most awful stuff
that made bronnys poetry look like rimbaud
i hid my face deep in my coat and groaned
as i leave the whole do
i run into scrubby s (a former classmate uninvited)
who works the corner of antill n northbourne washing windows
(dickson, act)
i give him 20 bucks n we have a chat
i give him some tips about getting off the gearski
and he gives me some tips about having thicker hair
dont ever wash it!
and remaining young
dont eat anything....
it must be said that poor scrubby does indeed look younger
than many of the guys who did well
remarkably youthful in fact except for his teeth
he dont look much different
its all the food n booze that ages people we agree
and working for the man n doing a job you hate
makes you all bitter n boring n yer hair turns white
and it was a long sad strange drive home to bondi
it rained n i nearly rain outta petrol
thank heavens i didnt
over n out

random blip

i hurtle thru time
over all my hurdles
burn out my brains
endure triumphs failure
mitigate my virgin version
fuck i dont know
made mad
sanely insane in vein in vain
burn out my brains
oh extraordinary life
a shame you cant live it for me
wildly careering all over the place
hedonistic heavens colliding with hideous hells
one minute one thing
next minute next thing
things move around
my fender jazz bassguitar sometimes plays itself
my pictures incompleted
my mail unopen
my male
the man in my mansuit
he dont let up
i cant count on anything
shoot short films on my lappy
download your app onto my mac
wind down slowly with a blast of bile
ignore me applaud me adore me deplore me
move thru cycles of the moon
my service has been interrupted
my rapture a rupture
a sutra the future
a fait accomplis
seems my homage discontinued
even tho we are all liars and phoneys
private dicks
and one trick ponies
its 144 its gross man
its the most man
glorious host man
but
here i remain
within my suit
everything at my fingertips but nothing handy
flying driving arriving
walk on walk off
make em laugh
keep it simple
hit the notes
note the hits
call it quits
some good bits
off key behind the door of sleep
i weep n weep in my dreams
i wish i was more of me
at least they say as their voices trail off
a beautiful fervour has flavoured my favours
my column crumbled oh well columns cant last forever
tomorrow is here knocking at my drawbridge
i fidget in my suit of rooms
in the many mansions of the lord
where hopefully we will wander
re united in eternal life
beyond this dark place
unprepared to pay the cost

lemuria

happy endings

music by s n rp kilbey from gilt trip

detour

pack up my stuff
stack up my puff
wheezy easy over just try to please me
mad as an 'atter
mercurial poisoning
only eat one fish from these waters per lifetime
everybody actor
everybody child
everybody pretend
myself? i feign mild.......
yoga yoga yoga
improve
slide back
get old
older still
snakes n ladders
but theres snakes on the ladders
but theres a sleep at the wheel
the strap left a weal
the knot cut into my vein
my future momentarily bulged
my past gaped
my present made your art- gro fonda
my singing up n down gods coast
my appearance in the discards
my fruitful over trick
my dummy hands
i sit dawdling wasting even more time
there goes a minute
now ya gotta minute less
i'm up north in the trops
killer gone troppo
dont comment if you dont wanna read this
dont listen if you dont wanna hear
dont be a flood or a desert
dont be fire or ice
just
be something nice
4 a change

$teve o'k

subtropica

open channel
transmit info
process reality
transfer impressions to memory
i am in cairns qld up north as north
doing a show up here as guest singer
i live in unreality
wandering around the town
have a cold soup and soy berry shake
its warm here
effervescent night
air conditioners still singing in the wind
my room is deluxe n delightful
i can see the quay i guess
i can see mountains n low clouds
the pastures of the blue crane
i smoke some primo jazz number
look aint the air fulla poetry now
i set my mind on random in my lux room
overlooking the tasteful darkened pool its night now
i sit here type type type
up here on the map way up here
my mind dries up
i become suddenly enervated
my legs try to stretch away that awful ache
the floor feels cold
the colours are too bright
time to rest a little
tell you how show was tomorrow
now i have 2 hours before showtime
night night

unfinished kirtan to krsna

the glazier

excerpt from the TITANICA

deep in the poets imagination
the streets of corinth still bustle on warm nights
merchants pack up their stalls
some empty handed
some purses stuffed full
some now too tired to care
the air is full of ancient rocknroll
some cat layin' down a loada soul on his lyre
the last dying chorus of a play
a bunch of senators cross the square talking earnestly
in poseidons great temple a voice murmurs a humble prayer
other voices join in in assent repeating the words
asking for fair seas and abundant fish
asking for the safe return of their ships
the fat from a calf flares in the fires
libation of wine
offering of devotion
in the temple of aphrodite
ajax white fucks a black priestess
he bites her neck as he does his thing
i dunno i mean hes paid her and everything
but he doesnt understand a word shes saying
and she says plenty
in some outlandish tongue summoning the goddess of love
to come and feed on this lust which she commends
into her hands
old venus eternally young
eternally pink and rosy and shapely and comely
with her pale nipples and her dark places
weakest yet most powerful of all
she comes hurrying away from cytherea
she comes gathering her clothes around her
she comes all around them in points of light
she comes in the milky opalescence of the ancient stars
she comes in the sudden hum in the dome
she comes in the wavering candles and dancing shadow
she comes in the movement of the lovers
she comes through the ether tho she be many leagues away
she comes down the ages wearing her one thousand and one names
she comes laughing and smiling
she comes blushing like the youngest maid
she comes uttering lewd words
she comes among men and they think they are in some heaven
ajax white lies there exhausted
fuck! he says
the priestess pours more nepenthe
and they both sip thoughtfully as night deepens around the city
fuck! he says again
as he lies back
and closes his eyes
forever

arrow

you think you dont remember but you remember
we 2 in a million
oh we died and died and died
your breath spearman fresh
your limbs oiled and coiled
your weakness on display like bait
luring out those cowards whom you lay in the dust
fragrant flames burning in your tent
tiny altar to your mother the nymph
your horses snort
your golden arc
your kissing lips
moon on your fingernails
night soothes your glowing temper
yes drown in drink
go down in your amphorae
some woman screams somewhere in the camp
you spit and you frown
glory doesnt feel so fucking glorious
your planets trine in the skies
but youre never going home
z comes to you in a dream
he is huge
he thunders in your head
he roars in your sleeping ears
he flashes before you
handsome powerful arrogant careless
one word he says
fight
fight
fight!
a startled awakening
where are we ? you ask
the sea still at our backs
the beaked ships heaved up on the beach
the star of arcturus blazes on
seabirds squabble in the darkness
men singing shouting laughing groaning
coldness of desolate dawn as eos roams the reddening vault
more wine for breakfast
you pick scabs of blood from your long blond hair
the trojan sun has rendered you dark
you appear like a god in negative
ignore the chafe of the armour
ignore the smell of deadmen and donkey piss
ignore the blisters
ignore the bruises and cuts
ignore the idiots in charge of this fiasco
ignore your old father waiting at home who'll never see you again
ignore the auspices
ignore the omens
ignore the sybil with her writhing tongue
but
dont ignore me
today may be the day
and even as i wait for you down here
i fade away
i fade away

fleece

soft silver lanolin
i am returned unto this hour
the voyage over
the futile quest
the world which would not change
whispers a name
proceed with caution
objects appear in mirrors momentarily
athene comes to me in dream
as the morning words are gone
the sails blow slack
while line tautens in the sea
some deep monster has taken up my hook
no the giants are all storied
the virgins in sin all oiled
roll out my barrel of barbaric barbs
the men plot mutiny
i hear them in their graves ever softly prosper
those long haired boys with their fine white muscles
slayers of women
wine stagger straddle loot loop strip ram stealer lamb
the wolves in the pines
the lions down in nubia and namibia
the ships becalmed in distant triangle
i speak atlantis name in solemnity though i be drunk on sea
sea fills my lungs my halls my walls my institutes and brothels
sea in my heart in my market place sea in my laboratories
sea in my my observatories
all i see is sea
we are the ones outside and all divided
i smoke up a hags philtre
i go down to underworld on my knees on my yellow belly
i go down through the chasmic crack into sheer black
no light no nothing for your hero o you should weep
hand me my sword i scream out
my kingly voice now an echo of itself
sounding old and phlegmy in this vacuum of nothing
i stumble round trying to grasp my eel like enemies
vicious vipers gnaw gnaw gnaw
there is nothing there
i rip at my flesh where the itch is burnt
the sun beats down my sandals have fallen asunder
over exposed and underdone
the mutineers reveal themselves
armed with spears and clubs
you scurvy fucking rotten lowlife sons of bitches!
i lunge baby i lunge
my scimitar sings in the air as i leap and whoop
just like the old days baby when i was young again
but no
i am mistaken
there is no enemy
there is no scenery
there is no snow and no greenery
my ship is wrecked
the sharks even recoil in horror
my anchor wrapped around gibraltar
crew carousing in the bars along the styx
a whole in the net the minnow tore
doomed to remember too late
goddamn surgeon stitched me up
here drink this he said handing me wine
i howled as the needle flooded my head
ajax white must have got it wrong
the hyperborean stuff jetstreaming into aetherea
steady as she goes i bellowed through the storm
there was no storm
the ship danced across a glittering sea of tiny scales
our holds groaned with plundered booty
the cream of olympus gushes in thy soup
as captain as hero i remained aloof
the men crazed on mermaid
i studied the stars that rushed through the skies
i conquered my urges by indulging my selves
weary finally
ashore washed up
i lay in tidal pools with all my gold
unspent
nothing seems to keep me awake
night hovers above as if awaiting instruction
the bed room is darkening warm
along the briefest corridor
a door opens into a roof
in the silence a hand touches your face
you never know who it is
you never know who it is

as the autumn leaves

madness futility
no utility
in the margin
chargin' up my i-god
the chemistry which takes me to heaven
rebounds me to hell o i'm back again
reborn as this dragonfly-man
cast from some operetta
unbound prometheus
time carves me into this shape
the random currents of flux
ready to let go
come and take it
spirit come and take me now
my eyes hurt in the cold electric light
reality has set in it has congealed
the room is warm
i glow dull red
my sins screaming after me
they demand my anxiety
i cough up my brains
i visit the houses of the dead mornings
no you dont wanna be me
no you dont wanna be you
no you cannae do what ya like
but no you never do what you must do
i give up
i surrender
things are going well
money comes in
money goes out
figures move on a screen
i withdraw n i lose interest
i divide the indivisible
in this red lit room surrounded by my junk
my dirty washing
my dirty magic
i am many men
and capable of many more
i fascinate myself as a reptile fascinates a mouse
with repulsion i recoil as see myself go by
my voice oozes from some empty factory
where mindless auto-mons construct random phrases
my youth has fled n run off with my old face
wreck less with a band on
fuck charlie can slap you about
i look like a lobster in my movies
none of you can imagine
ooh my eyes hurt and ache
the world becoming dimmer
the sound blurs into a roar or a silent ring
people return to the moon
the first world war has been averted
the meek shall inherit the earth
the strong shall inherit the meek AND the earth
steve kilbey shall inherit a new body and name
but my will to create will endure forever
iao iao ao ao io io
lo and beholder and beauty in yer fucken eye
the great god pan is dead
the people from the oldest times
from fair atlantis
from teaming lemuria
from fragile lyonesse
from greeces golden flowering summer of love and war
the hindu goddess unleashes kundalini
you know who i mean
all of us in it together
all from a single flash we come
all from a single point
all from the glow of gods heart
look let all the people from the olden times remember
we will all live again
again
it is promised
blessing or curse
oh i want something so bad
something no one can afford
no service
no connection
no availability
read my column
dig my garden
feed my machine
i am the time being
one of the very best
one of the very worsted
rarely medium

wrong road

written by grant mc
music co produced with rpk and mh

home

back home
thank you
safe flight
obviously
left pondering
many things
many moments
many songs
saw the sights
took the trip
sunny san diego to rainy virginia
saw the skrapers and the trailers
saw the lovely audience
saw the sun come up when i couldnae sleep
saw the moon go down tho i couldnt stay awake
i shook peoples hands
i cuddled the wives and kids
i talked but my eyes were always elsewhere
the next town
the next life
i couldnt grab on to it
i'm moving too fast now
i cant slow down ever again it seems
life doth truly speed up
all my songs are coming true
my daughters have all grown
my wife is still beautiful
my rented little house sits here in its street
the tour is a memory
already i think of something else
i say goodbye to pete at airport
he hadda fly on to qld
we travel together but we dont say that much
when you known a geeza going on 40 years
you dont have to say much
petes pretty self satisfied
he reads listens to music
occasional wry observation
weather here a deliriously beautiful day
about 20 degrees c
anyway
more revelations as they come to hand
now some yoga
i guess
sk

its over ...its over

atlanta comes n goes
as i knew it must
the tour is over
peter n i are at lax airport
our flight back to aust leaves in a few hours
atlanta was good
great crowd
the band ever so slightly "under"
tired or weary or just getting old
jeffrey cain gives me new music for isidore at gig
someone steals some money off tiare backstage
jw n moksha from the hu dosties
griffo n anthony collins
keith n dee
kip n jill from austin
holly kiabgoa eek
virginia n christian
whole bunch of good people
this morning i realize everyone in our hotel
was there for the church last night
families with kids
blokes n guys ...more doctors n teachers
guys from alabama n mississippi
they all love the church
they all grew up on the church
very touching
i feel sad to leave the lovely south
but i gotta get home now n recover
not enough sleep too much travel
too much rocknroll
too much alcohol...boy dont it knock ya round
thanks to all who brought me jazz
including jonny hollywood
thanks for gifts n foodstuffs etc etc
i love my fans
i am devoted to my fans
i will keep on keeping on
as long as you wanna hear it
sad to leave the u.s. in spring
sad to leave all your lovely vibes n good wishes
fuck it went by quick
fuck it went by slow
thanks tim powles for driving us round safely
ok
im gonna go n wander about the airport
see you on the otherside
i hope
steve-0

tour 2

2nd last night in charlotte
small theatre underpopulated
but ones who there about 200
they lovely-ish
very kind very nice very fair
someone with a strange cartoon voice briefly interrupts my dream
i fall asleep midsong
my fingers my throat carries on
my songs linger in the stormy air
why didja write em sighs the southern breeze
the elms and the pines
lovely broad avenues
the untamed southern spring is busting out all over
truly some promised land but promised by who
whoever it was i can understand why
why the trees are so thick upon the hills
and the clouds race across the unfamiliar sky
and some things seem left unfinished
and nature prevails more boldly
it quickly eats up anything that lays untouched
the theatre has a complicated backstage layout underground
i keep getting lost in one room full of mirrors
after another
its time to go
i gotta pack before atlanta
our last stop
hopefully the best night
go out in a blaze of good old fashioned southern glory
coz this will soon be the end
pk n i flying out sunday from atlanta
ok
now i bid thee all fondue
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