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Honestly, I just find that sort of music really, really insipid. There's nothing to think about. I'm gonna make that girl mine, baby, baby, blahhahahahahaha, fucking mammal comforts. I shouldn't have said anything and just silently brooded in my frothy hatred for a while until I forgot about it, but OH NO, NOW YOUVE GOT ME GOING. NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO TURN ON THE FUCKING RADIO UNTIL I GO BLIND WITH RAGE, JENNIFER. LOOK WHAT YOUVE STARTED. NO, ITS NOT JUST MUSIC, ITS NOT JUST GOOD BECAUSE IT SOUNDS GOOD, ITS AN INSULT TO EVERYTHING COMPLEX ABOUT THE CRAFT, AND THE FERTILE APPRECIATION OF THE PLEBIAN POPULACE CANNOT POSSIBLY JUSTIFY ARTISTIC MERIT ON ANY SCALE, OR ELSE THERE'S just no point in trying any longer.
Whew, ok, glad I got that out.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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