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Kill Them Now, Cause I Need Some Kicks. I Need Some Kicks, I'm Getting Bored.

I'm Writing About Real Things. Real People. Real Characters. You Have To Believe What I Write About Is True Or You Wouldn't Pay Any Attention At All.

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.

I Shot A Vein In My Neck And Coughed Up A Quaalude.

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.