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		<title>By: lindy</title>
		<link>http://discopantsandhaircuts.com/2008/01/02/they-thought-they-were-free/index.php/comment-page-1/#comment-18837</link>
		<dc:creator>lindy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Only thing I remember about hiawatha was the look on his face as he ripped the wires out of the pa in cali. He was just as determined looking as the sds.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Only thing I remember about hiawatha was the look on his face as he ripped the wires out of the pa in cali. He was just as determined looking as the sds.</p>
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		<title>By: Rupert Hine</title>
		<link>http://discopantsandhaircuts.com/2008/01/02/they-thought-they-were-free/index.php/comment-page-1/#comment-18786</link>
		<dc:creator>Rupert Hine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 01:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to write love songs
But that was before
I understood how much true lovers ignore
They meet on the rebound
They bump in the night
Hum some sweet tune
Then they&#039;re tied up for life
I never gave it a thought
I never thought I should think
I would go along with anyone and anything
Yes I would - living in sin
And there&#039;s nobody else
makes me feel how I feel
If I said I love you
It would have to be real
And I cannot lie to you
Love is too rare a thing
And romance is fine
When it&#039;s hard on your heels
But like the fashions you&#039;ve abandoned
When it&#039;s run out of lines
I never gave it a thought
I never thought I should think
I would go along with anyone and anything
Yes I would - living in sin
I used to write love songs
But that was before
I understood how much true lovers ignore
They dance through the music
They don&#039;t watch the film
What was the point of your picture Mr. De Mille
I never gave it a thought
I never thought I should think
I would go along with anyone and anything
Yes I would - living in sin

Of course, potato-headed bobby wasn&#039;t a friend of mine.

Chomsky is S.I. Hayakawa without a nuclear tan. You ever hang out a ZNet or those other dismal liberal horseshit feedbags? I love to hide myself amongst them and create multiple personnae until I can toss in something that riles them into a feed and fuck frenzy and record it for no reason at all. 

I really never wrote love songs. In fact, love songs are beneath my contempt.

You see what love has done for people lining up for soap and soup and sincerity.

Osama bin doing all right and getting good grades cause the future&#039;s so bright he wants to wear shades</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to write love songs<br />
But that was before<br />
I understood how much true lovers ignore<br />
They meet on the rebound<br />
They bump in the night<br />
Hum some sweet tune<br />
Then they&#8217;re tied up for life<br />
I never gave it a thought<br />
I never thought I should think<br />
I would go along with anyone and anything<br />
Yes I would &#8211; living in sin<br />
And there&#8217;s nobody else<br />
makes me feel how I feel<br />
If I said I love you<br />
It would have to be real<br />
And I cannot lie to you<br />
Love is too rare a thing<br />
And romance is fine<br />
When it&#8217;s hard on your heels<br />
But like the fashions you&#8217;ve abandoned<br />
When it&#8217;s run out of lines<br />
I never gave it a thought<br />
I never thought I should think<br />
I would go along with anyone and anything<br />
Yes I would &#8211; living in sin<br />
I used to write love songs<br />
But that was before<br />
I understood how much true lovers ignore<br />
They dance through the music<br />
They don&#8217;t watch the film<br />
What was the point of your picture Mr. De Mille<br />
I never gave it a thought<br />
I never thought I should think<br />
I would go along with anyone and anything<br />
Yes I would &#8211; living in sin</p>
<p>Of course, potato-headed bobby wasn&#8217;t a friend of mine.</p>
<p>Chomsky is S.I. Hayakawa without a nuclear tan. You ever hang out a ZNet or those other dismal liberal horseshit feedbags? I love to hide myself amongst them and create multiple personnae until I can toss in something that riles them into a feed and fuck frenzy and record it for no reason at all. </p>
<p>I really never wrote love songs. In fact, love songs are beneath my contempt.</p>
<p>You see what love has done for people lining up for soap and soup and sincerity.</p>
<p>Osama bin doing all right and getting good grades cause the future&#8217;s so bright he wants to wear shades</p>
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		<title>By: lindy</title>
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		<dc:creator>lindy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 19:48:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gee, I wanted those very things when I was young too. Now I&#039;m old; er, ma-turd.

I&#039;ve worked hard all my fuckin life(just like most ya&#039;ll), and there aint a light bulb on in the fuckin House, except for the one that shines on DC. 

I never wore a suit and never wanted to, ever since I became aware/awake of the plot against the ?middle class. I never wanted anything to do with politics/govt., and did everything I could to work against it. 

Then I got a &quot;suit job&quot;(?promotion) and saw all the advantages that it brings to people who stay in that bag. All the people that &quot;know their place&quot; and work within the system.

These people dont wake up in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror and say, &quot;You know, I&#039;m a miserable motherfucker and I should be ashamed of myself.&quot; No, the system disguises; and gives them an attaboy; and convinces them that they&#039;re OK(doing good) because they&#039;re &quot;helping&quot; people- with their back stabbing, fuck you in the ass behave. The system enhances the greed vibe(rewards) and makes them comfortable in their pathetic rationale-as long as they stay &quot;inside.&quot;

Read something by Chomsky once to the effect of, &quot; You make a rule/law/decision thats good for you; make it good for all. If it aint good for all, it aint good for you.&quot;  
The conditioned Suits(Rats) laugh at that assertion.
&#039;The rat race is over...&#039;, indeed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gee, I wanted those very things when I was young too. Now I&#8217;m old; er, ma-turd.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve worked hard all my fuckin life(just like most ya&#8217;ll), and there aint a light bulb on in the fuckin House, except for the one that shines on DC. </p>
<p>I never wore a suit and never wanted to, ever since I became aware/awake of the plot against the ?middle class. I never wanted anything to do with politics/govt., and did everything I could to work against it. </p>
<p>Then I got a &#8220;suit job&#8221;(?promotion) and saw all the advantages that it brings to people who stay in that bag. All the people that &#8220;know their place&#8221; and work within the system.</p>
<p>These people dont wake up in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror and say, &#8220;You know, I&#8217;m a miserable motherfucker and I should be ashamed of myself.&#8221; No, the system disguises; and gives them an attaboy; and convinces them that they&#8217;re OK(doing good) because they&#8217;re &#8220;helping&#8221; people- with their back stabbing, fuck you in the ass behave. The system enhances the greed vibe(rewards) and makes them comfortable in their pathetic rationale-as long as they stay &#8220;inside.&#8221;</p>
<p>Read something by Chomsky once to the effect of, &#8221; You make a rule/law/decision thats good for you; make it good for all. If it aint good for all, it aint good for you.&#8221;<br />
The conditioned Suits(Rats) laugh at that assertion.<br />
&#8216;The rat race is over&#8230;&#8217;, indeed.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter Hammill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peter Hammill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 05:33:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Forgive me for repeating myself, but there we were, static in the latter half
of the twentieth century but it might as well be the Middle Ages, there&#039;ll have to be some changes but how they&#039;ll come about foxes me. I want the future now, I want to hold it in my hands; all men equal and unbowed, I want the promised land, but that doesn&#039;t seem to get any closer, and Moses has had his day...the tablets of law are an advertising poster, civilisation here to stay
and this is progress? You must be joking! Me, I&#039;m looking for any kind of hope.
I want the future now, I want to see it on the screen, I want to break the bounds that make our lives so mean. Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed, these scream from the pages of everything I read. You just bring me oppression and torture, apartheid, corruption and plague; you just bring me the rape of the planet and joke world rights at the Hague. Oh, someday the Millennium! But how far is someday away? I want the future now I&#039;m young, and it&#039;s my right. I want a reason to be proud. I want to see the light. I want the future now, I want to see it on the screen, I want to break the bounds: make life worth more than dreams.

BTW I&#039;m still in print and on iTunes!

Pass me the bong and the vandergraaf generator please.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Forgive me for repeating myself, but there we were, static in the latter half<br />
of the twentieth century but it might as well be the Middle Ages, there&#8217;ll have to be some changes but how they&#8217;ll come about foxes me. I want the future now, I want to hold it in my hands; all men equal and unbowed, I want the promised land, but that doesn&#8217;t seem to get any closer, and Moses has had his day&#8230;the tablets of law are an advertising poster, civilisation here to stay<br />
and this is progress? You must be joking! Me, I&#8217;m looking for any kind of hope.<br />
I want the future now, I want to see it on the screen, I want to break the bounds that make our lives so mean. Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed, these scream from the pages of everything I read. You just bring me oppression and torture, apartheid, corruption and plague; you just bring me the rape of the planet and joke world rights at the Hague. Oh, someday the Millennium! But how far is someday away? I want the future now I&#8217;m young, and it&#8217;s my right. I want a reason to be proud. I want to see the light. I want the future now, I want to see it on the screen, I want to break the bounds: make life worth more than dreams.</p>
<p>BTW I&#8217;m still in print and on iTunes!</p>
<p>Pass me the bong and the vandergraaf generator please.</p>
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		<title>By: mickey</title>
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		<dc:creator>mickey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 04:59:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>how the fuck do you follow that!?


Hopefully I wont be around in theFuture.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>how the fuck do you follow that!?</p>
<p>Hopefully I wont be around in theFuture.</p>
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		<title>By: Frank Lloyd Wong</title>
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		<dc:creator>Frank Lloyd Wong</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 02:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Check my site</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Check my site</p>
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		<title>By: Ligi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ligi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:21:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Pants —

Did I ever tell you about the time my parents were called into the principal&#039;s office to deny that they owned the copy of Tobacco Road I wrote a book report on? I suspect that was about the same time this book appeared, about the time the NOMF embarked upon the insane path that led to Goober and the current Mongolian Clusterfuck that is considered so vital to preserving democracy, whatever the fuck that is. I really liked the concept behind the comments of Benezir Bhuttofucco&#039;s dimwit of a son this morning or yesterday: &quot;Democracy is the best form of vengeance.&quot;

Think about that for a second. Democracy is based on the ability of the worst to convince the lowest common denominator to perform the stupidest and most unnatural acts for the promise of being victorious! I wrote a poem the night the man who invented the Rockefeller salute launched the massacre at Attica about how the werewolf is never killed because the curse is in the bullet. There is nothing mysterious about life. Anyone with eyes can see how things work.

I recognized in grade school that this place was not worth saving and that voting or otherwise participating in civil discourse simply encouraged the assholes who are currently in power to thank everyone for keeping them there by appreciating the sacrifices of the people they killed without even a thought during occasional sad holidays. Bring it on!

Fascism IS what the NOMF embraced decades ago. It simply hasn&#039;t needed to open showers locally to annihilate its enemies yet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Pants —</p>
<p>Did I ever tell you about the time my parents were called into the principal&#8217;s office to deny that they owned the copy of Tobacco Road I wrote a book report on? I suspect that was about the same time this book appeared, about the time the NOMF embarked upon the insane path that led to Goober and the current Mongolian Clusterfuck that is considered so vital to preserving democracy, whatever the fuck that is. I really liked the concept behind the comments of Benezir Bhuttofucco&#8217;s dimwit of a son this morning or yesterday: &#8220;Democracy is the best form of vengeance.&#8221;</p>
<p>Think about that for a second. Democracy is based on the ability of the worst to convince the lowest common denominator to perform the stupidest and most unnatural acts for the promise of being victorious! I wrote a poem the night the man who invented the Rockefeller salute launched the massacre at Attica about how the werewolf is never killed because the curse is in the bullet. There is nothing mysterious about life. Anyone with eyes can see how things work.</p>
<p>I recognized in grade school that this place was not worth saving and that voting or otherwise participating in civil discourse simply encouraged the assholes who are currently in power to thank everyone for keeping them there by appreciating the sacrifices of the people they killed without even a thought during occasional sad holidays. Bring it on!</p>
<p>Fascism IS what the NOMF embraced decades ago. It simply hasn&#8217;t needed to open showers locally to annihilate its enemies yet.</p>
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