in tv land land of milk and honey no one is sad for more than a half hour and everyone is funny. in this magical mist of transistors and tubes there is almost nothing but beautiful people women in bikinis introduce music videos of sterling male rockstars looking tragicly thoughtfully off into the deep deep distant while singing songs about molesting puppies. oh anola gaye, where are you now you fat man and whatever the name of the other atom bomb was why don't you blow up something, this time in the name of good blow away all the illusions, the advertising appealing lies ka boom just clean up the world a bit. thank you captain blamo!Birth sign: Cancer
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