I CAN FLY attracts strange magic. Words of anger and love. Spirits dreaming of truth, and dreamers telling lies. Horror show freaks, persecuted perverts, right wing dust heads. The new and unschooled, the aged and ignorant. A thousand prophets, proferring a million prayers. A thousand enemies, screaming a million curses. These words are not some shadow of life, some cop-out electronic fraud. They are life. It's the fabric of our group's soul, my friends. Add a stich.

Dear ICF,

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