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Post by Gabby on Aug 30, 2010 12:02:52 GMT
I'm calling it.
Counter-revolution on these elitists.
Morons, to the barricades - there are two there, and two here, so I need one man on each barricade - that's five. Burn paintings and books to keep warm, use sculptures as clubs, and throw dictionaries at the bastards. All those using words longer than three syllables are unwelcome - except me. As befits a revolutionary leader, I don't follow my own rules. Soldiers in tents, I'll take the palace, if I can work out how to turn the key.
In all seriousness, you actually think the petty-bourgeois pretentions we can find in Malton's Museum of Modern Art are any sort of use to anyone? The one good thing this plague brought us was the ability to dispense with the non-essentials and get back to living. You keep your intelligence and enlightenment, I'll just keep on cultivating my garden.
Voltaire, bitches.
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