Posted by king razor on January 27, 2009, 11:59:02, in reply to "TONiGHT'S FiNAL SOLiD AiR ADVENTURE @ SiXTY MiLLiON POSTCARDS" Link: The dull manage, especially smashed on Rowche Rumble
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Your flabby potion is a mixture of the lees of Liberalism, the poor froth blown off the decadent Nineties, the wardrobe-leavings of a vulgar bohemianism.... You are concentrated, highly-organised barley water; there is nothing in the universe to be said for you: any efficient state would confiscate your property, burn your wardrobe - that old hat and the rest - as infectious, and prohibit you from propagating.
A breed of mild pervasive cabbages has set up a wide and creeping rot in the West... that any resolute power will be able to wipe up over night with its eyes shut. Your kind meantime make it indirectly a period of tribulation for live things to remain in your neighbourhood. You are systemis-ing the vulgarising the individual: you are the advance copy of communism, a false millennial middle-class communism. You are not an individual: you have.
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