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Post by 23skidoo on Apr 3, 2008 9:02:47 GMT -5
Damn, getting a lot of freaky cross-over on this line. Back when I was covering the cold war, paranoia would have been gripping my man bags by now and whispering all kinds of nasty in my ear. These days, everybody's out to get me so paranoia's a thing of the past.
They say you're a long time dead, and you'd better be listening to that young ones, and that's how it's been. I got hit in the North, went down snoring, real classy, and had a long shuffle before some good samaritan stuck me in the neck. As luck would have it I'd made it to Caiger on a good day, lots of people, not so many zeds. But as always, the story was just around the corner.
The Dead are coming, tomorrow, yeasterday, the next day...soon, everyone seems to agree on soon. Panic is in the air but thankfully it's not in the pants yet. I've seen Redwave and Spencer J of the Aardwolf Rangers, so thats encouraging. Good men, strong livers! If this place is going to make a stand (again) worthy of a song then we need folks like them.
I'll keep the camera rolling and the words flowing and if you're at a loose end maybe you can come and be my wing man.
This is the Information Minister, batting the truth like Babe Ruth from Caiger Mall.
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