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11/15/2019

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 I left a hundred bucks poorer and was ridiculed by my friends for my frantic attempt to procure a crowbar on a .Saturday evening. Peaceful protesting is a basic right, enshrined in Article 38.c of the Iraqi Constitution. This new drug was so euphoric and visionary, so positive and mind expanding whilst a major victory for keeping dark money to ban the chemicals.
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Americans are increasingly moving into bunker communities, like this Vivos xPoint complex in South Dakota.
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I’d been lucky enough to get hold of one of the few remaining inflatable psychedelic tunnels. I’d got it from a hard-nosed white haired Grandpunk who’d met an untimely end when four Percenters had gone walkabout with a one of their Scaerosols, which are high voltage, high pressure canisters that, for the victim, have a similar result to dropping an electric toaster into the bath. The Percenters had waited up a stairwell and then blasted out the Scaerosol as the old Grandpunk was making his way up, not only did he go totally St. Vitus but then went arse over tit, with a few helpful kicks, all the way down six flights of concrete steps. I was just coming down the street when old Grandpunk was spat out into the street, still spasming epileptic style, followed by the braying Percenters, me ducking quick into shadows and long gone in a flash. I circled back around and found the body semi-charred and terminated where it’d been left. I’d known old Grandpunk as long as you know anyone these days, and although you get hardened to seeing folk you know get wiped out it still fucks with your head, makes you angry and irrational and leaves you thinking maybe you should just give in to it, go out into the midst of it and at least try to take some of those fuckers out with you when you go. So i rolled him over, face down, lifted up the back of his studded coat and helped myself to the tunnel. I’d been on the look-out for one of my own for long enough, its magic was that it could get you out from under and under from out, it wasn’t always reliable and once you entered there was no guarantee as to the duration or intensity of the ‘Trip’ but it was one of the last means of escape or entry when your back was against the wall and your face was pressed into the dirt. And here i was, weighing up whether to break out the tunnel to get into this fenced compound or to try and find a loose thread in the fence. The cutters were no good here, the magnetised thread fencing that was used everywhere gripped hard onto any metallic implement almost like a cocoon, completely restricting any movement. This thread fencing was super tough too and the only way through was to find the start of an unravelment. It wasn’t clear how these unravelments began, it seemed unlikely that it was a fault in the manufacturing process, but some of the old folk said they were caused by insects that excreted a tiny blob of glue-like liquid which literally ate a small hole into the fabric, thereby allowing the insect to reel in lengths of the thread in a kind of back to front silkworm / spiderweb fashion. What the purpose of this was… who knows, the rip was only ever 3 or 4 centimetres long but if you could find it, pick out the broken thread and gently pull it out and downwards it would continue the rip until it was big enough to get through. This is what i was looking for but the fence was probably 100 metres long and focusing on the tight cross-hatching made the eyes blur and the head spin.
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Ultrasound Specialists
Dear Mr Carruthers
Re: Peter Hope, DOB 01/05/1959, NHI
Thank you for referring Peter to Koru Ultrasound.
Clinical History:
Koru Ultrasound
31 Oxford Street, Richmond 7020 70 Bridge Street, Nelson 7010
P: (03) 541 0050
F: (03) 541 0051
31 October 2019
sprained left shoulder with a crow bar on the roof of a house
Examination Findings:
The long head of biceps appears ruptured proximally with a fluid filled sheath for a length of approximately 4cm.

The subscapularis tendon appears thin and variable in echotexture in keeping with tendinosis or healing partial tears.
The supraspinatus tendon appears normal.
The infraspinatus tendon appears normal.
There is marked thickening of fluid within the subacromial bursa.
There is bursal bunching on abduction of the arm.
Abduction is unrestricted but painful.
There is no evidence of joint effusion at the posterior labrum.
The possibility of a 25 x 4 x29mm teres minor tear is suggested and the patient is tender here.
The AC joint appears normal and is stable on forward flexion.
The coraco-acromial ligament, suprascapula & spinoglenoid notches all appear normal.

Conclusion:
Proximal biceps rupture
Possible teres minor tear
Subacromial bursitis with associated impingement.
Suggest orthopedic consult


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In 1989, after a number of police
raids on their warehouse in
King's Cross,
MWC left
the country
and travelled to Germany

where they became
notorious
for
building giant sculptures
out of old machinery and car

parts, one of which was
'Käferman',
a giant human figure with
a Volkswagen Beetle for its chest,
offering a Bird Of Peace sculpture that overlooked the Berlin Wall towards
East Berlin and the regime of
East Germany.
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& Then This                                                                                          Mutoid Waste Company

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Tapemooch
11/15/2019 07:16:06 pm

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