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June 29th, 2009

He was your Elvis, and when your Elvis dies, so does the private lie that someday you will be young once again, and feel at capricious intervals the weightlessness of a joy that is unchecked by the injuries of experience and failure. The Moonwalk Has Come to a Full and Complete Stop.

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