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    The search for undeniable freedom/liberty continued/led us to heresy/jobs as postal workers.  This was a special way for 1922-1993 and me to bone up on our mail bombs, off the gaydar.  I'd come into contact with a few twinks named Obis and Richard, who had a rock super-group called "Shrouded in Darkness/Shrouded in Mysteries."  At this point, I realized the slashes were getting out of hand, so I abandoned the aforementioned tendencies in favor/honor of music with a message.
    Firstly, we convinced Obis to change the name of the band to "Truck Drivers," and forwarded all royalty checks to ourselves, replacing all Truck Drivers merch with fire and poison.  High fives.  By the way, I pretended to be Norwegian for this stupid chapters of my life.  Bye!