melbourne in november 4

twas the most ridiculous supermarket Q i had ever seen. the withered elderly people near the front were young when the line began, some of the younger ones had never known a time before the line. empires rose and fell in the time it took to pay that lousy bottle of orange juice.
last night in melbourne, i ditch my nazi u-boat fishmonger look, for the sleazy lebanese rapper number. that backpackers was an awful lot like cuscaden patio, a place i would like to see burnt to the ground due to recent events.
i think this one pretty much speaks for itself
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