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Erynn and Raychell are hanging out on the sixth floor. Roomie is right along side for the ride handing out mystical sprites and tinkerbell fairies (the scientific term for these mystical creatures). These kids radioinactive chilling in the backyard making sure the buckets stay on top of the lawn. And the rest of you crazy cats out there donning your koala sweaters because its getting somewhat warmer now--speaking of warmer now, let's turn our focus to Warner...wow, what an amazing poet (laureate). busdriver

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And please do not forget the Bill Martin solo project. (Links will be provided in a matter of seconds of footage from your local hip-hop television desert broadcast)