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View Diary: Saturday hate mail-a-palooza: It's the power of (right-wing) love (239 comments)

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  •  hate mail-sounds like ranblings of street people (7+ / 0-)
    •  I am always reminded of the opening lyrics from (0+ / 0-)

      an experimental big beat album from the late 90's.

      Dear God,
      The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
      Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being
      Force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is
      Determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy.
      He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats.
      Quite frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
      My headspace.
      He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
      As the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the
      Form of a neon snake.
      Massive delusions?
      Very probably.
      I fear for my safety.
      He is as weak as his fellow man.
      I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
      Clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
      I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients
      Cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the
      Future.
      Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal
      Toxins
      Hardcore Punk Paste.
      Allstars takin' over...

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