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Political? It wasn't political. It was AK-47's for everyone. Now go shoot em up. We'll get you more jackets, and how many body bags was it? Right, vultures, check. M-gov's have a funny wobble, the flight untrue, easily jammed up. I say fuck all them motherfuckers, thirteen letters black, terrorist and hero both. Fuck you too. Renounce the ovens, and go feed the worms. Fuck your crusades, your jacked-in and tuned-out lost world, your imbalance with all, your fucking faces. Too many fucks? How about you go and fuck yourself. Smileys sense of our snow, don't smile if you don't want to. Nihilist? It's just the weather, this is just looking out the freaking window.