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Deportation Process

I was on the bus, Cake's "Jolene" on my iPod. I thought this would be a perfect song. Be a one song band, play at student festivals. Students love to see their professors perform for a change.

Call ourselves 'kim', the word for seaweed. We could throw packets of seaweed out to the crowd. That would be our schtick, our gimmick. Seaweed would make great blotter paper for acid.

That's how I ended up at immigration.

Story by:

Kaen Joyler

submitted at 3:33am

6 March 2011

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