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Scotch Whisky Is Made From Barley And The Morning Dew On Angel's Nipples.

What? I Bring Joy To The World. I Am Filled With Mirth And Sunlight. Also, I Am Batman.

Santa Monica's Only Walkable If Death Is No Hurdle. The Air's The Wrong Colour. People Put Sunglasses On Their Dogs. It's A Hideous Place Where Humans Are Not Welcome And Those Who Stay Suffer Eight Kinds Of Brain Damage.

There Was A Time When I Liked A Good Riot. Put On Some Heavy Old Street Clothes That Could Stand A Bit Of Sidewalk-scraping, Infect Myself With Something Good And Contagious, Then Go Out And Stamp On Some Cops. It Was Great, Being Nine Years Old.

The Single Simplest Reason Why Human Space Flight Is Necessary Is This, Stated As Plainly As Possible: Keeping All Your Breeding Pairs In One Place Is A Retarded Way To Run A Species.