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I've labored long and hard for bread,For honor, and for riches, But on my corns too long you've tread, you fine-haired sons of bitches — Black Bart
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.~ H. L. Mencken

"One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside Cloony the Clown sat down and cried." ~ Shel Silverstein

"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow - to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested... Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll." ~ Hunter S. Thompson

Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone -Bradley Nowell
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