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South Gay Street, Knoxville, Tennessee
remembers botched utah nerve gas test or accidental gorky biowar anthrax release 01/27, 7:45 PM – w.h.o. says oops, risk actually high, not moderate 01/30, 6:28 PM – get hand sanitizer and, if possible, mask for trip 01/30, 6:39 PM – always be the first to panic 01/31, 11:01 PM – saw prediction on twitter that 6 months after coronavirus kills last man, computer in fed basement trading with computer in wall street basement will
drive dow to all-time highs 02/01, 12:07 AM – twitter, facebook now censoring coronavirus posts These increasingly frantic texts followed me to the band’s rehearsals. I tried my best to ignore them and let my dreams soar. Looking back, I’m reminded why it’s best to keep one antenna tuned to the far left, the other to the far right. 02/16, 7:00 PM – am astonished msm, public did not, and still do not, notice shit hitting fan By March, the tour had been cancelled and the entire world was
hysterical. Seeing all the shelves cleared of toilet paper, I realised that America is literally a nation of asswipes. After a long stint of denial – maybe just long enough – the WHO and the CDC had finally sounded the alarm. Two months too late, Big Media suddenly echoed the dissident feeds that K-Bob follows. Privy investors sold their stock. The Dow Jones tanked. It was time for a cosmic freak out.
I
decided to break camp and head north to Yankee Town. Sure, they talk funny up there, but there’s a
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