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Journalism Is Just A Gun. It’s Only Got One Bullet In It, But If You Aim Right, That’s All You Need. Aim It Right, And You Can Blow A Kneecap Off The World.

My Neck And Shoulders Are Killing Me. Hard To Focus On Writing About Murder, Doom, Shagging, Our Hopeless Future & Other Comedy Etc Etc.

He Was In Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Which Is Another Weird Quirk Of Rich Old Men. Just One Of The Guys Here. Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Salt Of The Earth, Working Man Like Yourself. Like They're Somehow Uncomfortable About Being Rich Enough To Sleep In A Bed Made Of Vaginas Being Pulled Around The Town At Night By A Fleet Of Gold-covered Midgets.

By Four O'clock, I've Discounted Suicide In Favor Of Killing Everyone Else In The Entire World Instead.

Be Authentic To Your Dreams. Be Authentic To Your Own Idea About Yourself. Grind Away At Your Own Minds And Bodies Until You Become Your Own Invention. Be Mad Scientists.