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I Love Discordancy. It Makes People Ill At Ease And Wakes Up A Part Of Their Brain That's Normally Asleep.

I Wanted To Wear The Most Impenetrable Suit Of Armour Ever Known To Mankind. 'hello, Mr. Rotten...' You Can't Say Anything About Me. You Can't Put Me Down In Any Way Shape Or Form - I'm Rotten To The Core... You Know, What's Left For You? Pleasantries? I Suppose The Worst Insult You Could Sling My Way Is 'oh, He's Really Nice, Him.'

Isn't It Odd I've Made Some Friends In The Republican Party, But That's In Spite Of The Fact That I Cannot Agree With Not Any One Single Thing They Stand For. That's The Irony In The Joy Of Being A Human Being In That We Don't Resent Each Other For Our Different Thought Processes, But Anything That Offers The Attitude To Me Of "i'm Going To Stop You Because That Offends My Religion", Then I'm Going To Stop Them. So I Have One More Note Against That Ideology, And The Idea Of A Real Estate Agent Running The Universe Is Just Not Acceptable.

Obama's Dense As A Doorbell; Not Much Going On Up There - It's A Wooden Top.

Love Is What You Feel For A Dog Or A Pussycat. It Doesn't Apply To Humans.