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I'm not your clothes. I'm not what you eat. I'm not your @#$!ing khakis. I'm the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. I am not a beautiful or unique snowflake. I am a part of the same decomposing matter that all of us are made from. I am WARSAW, your AM news man. BOW before my throne of breaking-news ownage!