WHAT A DRAG IT IS GETTING OLD

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Tyus. My hair is positively electric, and my shoes are so old that they wrote their own memoirs. My jeans are too tight and my shirts so filled with words and color that you won't hear a thing I say or see my face at all. My fingers are ragged and caked in callus, my mind is so abstract. Welcome to my religion, the Electric Church, the high-time skydive mindfuck of a sermon. You're all a lovely audience.