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I once walked slowly over the
bed of flames. Only the bravest little
Indian would dare enter the labyrinth of
death. Razor ribbon greets you at every turn, like a hot knife thru a small kitten. Run you bastard, or I'll..
shake my fist in the air! Like this! But harder, cuz I'll be real mad cuz you ain't runnin'
this fuckin' circus no more.....beotch!!
