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TURBULENCE Turbulence, my way. Only way to go in life-- write my own new rules! Write my own new rules: things I haven't heard of yet, but must now produce. But must now produce: liviing macros script my acts; rules no longer mine. Rules no longer mine. Life just keeps getting harder, writing my own rules, Writing my own rules; only way to live life right! Turbulence, my way.
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