EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM A CREDIT INTO THE SLOT. IT'S GHOSTS (VINCENT DE MOOR REMIX) AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START HITTING THE ARROWS ALONG WITH THE BEGINNER HELPER. I HIT EVERY ARROW AND I HIT EVERY ARROW HARD. MAKIN WOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME JUMPS OR EVEN WHEN I SHITMISS. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY QUAD SONGS ON HEAVY WITH NO BAR. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE
Holy crap. Malware hidden in a strand of DNA hijacks the computer that analyzes that particular gene sequence.
We're going to live in a very weird world man.
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