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Sub-atomic particles know (how to have a good time)

This is the real action. The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones. All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite.
Outside the boundaries of their phony world of kicks is the ever present possibility of discovery.
So destroy the evidence, leave not a trace.
They can lie. They can swear.
Forget it, man, and get with the countdown. Shake this square world and blast off to Kicksville.