As I am never going to find song lyrics that can surpass the following, I am going to force retire it to make room for something new.

"Used to be a socialist, a sorta communist, Now I'm a pessimist and I don't care at all." - The Real McKenzies - Pour Decisions

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If you ever need to remind yourself that Warren Ellis is a crazy bastard that should be tried for crimes committed in the name of all that that is holy read this and his webcomic.

Here lies the body of Paul Duffield, who must be dead by now because he emailed the office to tell them he was almost dead from some disgusting disease and couldn’t finish off this week’s episode, and was in fact so sick that he couldn’t specify the illness, which leads me to speculate that he’s got Lyme disease...

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GlaDOS and Skynet are having a Tea party with Friend Computer.

“Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There's too much fraternizing with the enemy.”

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Often the greater amount of useful time is spent pondering and philosiphising.
I understand fully that philosiphising is not a word, but in this circumstance it suits my purposes.

The purpose is that of meditations. That or half drunken revelations that may or not stem from the same ideas. Evert time I find or imagine a new one I rush to put it to paper, flesh, or whatever writing surface is available.

Lacking such conveniences, these ideas are generally sent to waste...

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Popeye is a overgod who feel asleep and dreamed he was a man. Because he is dreaming, and believes himself a man, he wears a smilar form and he has forgotten much of his strength.

He was told spinach would make him strong. And so, it makes him such. As he believes he can do anything under it's influence, he can. His imaginary scope is somewhat limited because of his choice of mortal form, but the way he bends reality with physical strength is proof of his godhood.

Of course,...

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