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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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3 comments:
Managed less than a minute. Just dreadful. In what way was Lou Reed a musician?
He appears to have not one shred of musical talent whatsoever.
Vincent.
And yet, mr vincent, the YouWorld is ablaze with tributes, people rambling-on like they'd lost a brother, resting him in peace, bro'. All that mawkish shit. Something terribly wrong with my generation, that it venerates arseholery like Reed's, whilst mocking Creation.
"Obtaining money by false pretences." is the charge m'lud.
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