this is not my body, this is not my life.
this is not the gun i used to murder barney fife.
this is not my mission statement, i'm not guarding the bottom line.
i'm not sensing the winds of change, i'm not damp from the mists of time.
this is not poltergeist weather, this is not initiation week.
this is neither the time nor place for the roping off of freaks.
this isn't razorback country, this isn't lornadoon.
this isn't the harvard business review, this isn't the harvard lampoon.
this isn't my change of clothing, this isn't clandestine.
they're not removing the tarry feathers, that isn't terpentine.
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