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my sweet neocon there's a war goin down between my brothers tonight hoist up the john b sails you have to fight to stay in control of the situation banned from the roxy too much momentum this room feels like it's going ... she's filing her nails while they're dragging the ... momma i'm so sorry stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold em irony is for suckers Friday, February 29, 2008
start the fight, start the drinking:
The popped-collar fascisti are attacking Angela Valdez. Let's assemble a mob, burn their clapboard houses and instruct them that they should, indeed, fear coming east of 18th street NW.
--Spencer Ackerman
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