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FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD!!
Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number 100:
"To me, music is no joke and it's not for sale. People who do [licensing] aren't necessarily wrong for it, but it's like paying your rent with prostitution. We should be asking why that economic system is in place at all. It's snake oil."
--Ian LacKaye
Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT
Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.
And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:
Get out that second pair of pants for: Spotted Khaki Underwear for My Second Mr. Telemarketer! From Yoyodyne's Cat-Brigade series. John Davidson pleads, "Help me! Oh-oh, I did poopies!"
Cheers,
joe