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I can't remember the last time I gave 2 shits about a DJ popularity contest. It's like voting for the f$cking prom queen. Big fat whooping f$cking deal.
Nothing against those DJs/producers who are picked, but seriously, who gives a flying f$ck?
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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